One person lives in a rickety shack
another lives in a palace
a third has his own apartment
and a fourth lives in the poorhouse.

But what is there to discuss here
have you ever seen housing like this?
We haven’t paid key money either
and we’ve been asked not to leave.

Oh, my post, my post,
my home without walls
Oh, oh my kitchen, my bed
and the stars as light bulbs.

True, there’s not much luxury
and the only heating
is the warmth of the heart and the fire of battle
on my post (on my post).

In Tel Aviv the cinema is open now
with girls in all colors.

Here we lie motionless
peeking at the stars.