I Know that I'll Die Next Summer
(C. Hefer, M. Caspi)


I know that I'll die next summer
It'll be very hot, it'll be hot
I won't be able to see your knees
tanning on the sand of the beach

The kids will probably play with kites
and will go to a daily cinema show
and my body, which is the only thing that would remain,
will be carried away in the black car

So, give me a small kiss tonight
because it'll all be over until next summer

I know that I'll die next summer
and my soul will fly away and never come back
You will find the time
to come and see me go down the grave

The gravediggers will sweat under their armpits
The beggars will pass between the guests
and the good audience will burst crying
when someone will chant the "Kaddish" (mourner's prayer)

So, give me a small kiss tonight
because by next winter you'll be married to another

I know that I'll die next summer
It'll be a heat wave for sure, it'll be a heat wave
And your boss, who will be on vacation,
will send you a courtesy letter.

I know that I'll die next summer
I called for the contractor
to fix the shutters

So, give me a small kiss tonight
because by next winter you'll be married to another