Boaz Mauda - For better days

To happiness that is truly\more sincere To jealousness to crumble down with\ in a small touch To the wounds that are closed Knifes that are less sharp To sadness, that well less seep\ permeates Like small tears of joy That are dropping\falling down to the river We won't be able to change everything So, what is left? To bless the silence That there is over the fence To make a toast with an empty glass For sweet desperation And for better days..