Red Fields (2019) - full transcript
This is the story of Mami, a young woman who was born and raised in a small impoverished town down south. She works at the snack bar at the local gas station and is in love with Nissim, her...
RED FIELDS
Hello. -Hi.
-How are you? -Fine.
Yes, please?
-Can I have this, please? -Sure.
That's 6 shekels.
Thanks. -Thank you.
-Bye.
Hi there.
-A pack of Marlboro, please.
This one? -Yes.
-Here you go.
45.50.
God, watch over Nissim, son of Rachel
Malka, so that he returns safe and sound.
So that no harm comes to him.
We will create a home together thanks to
the righteous grandmothers and saints, amen.
Tuesday night
In a southern town
A double blessing,
a wedding is about to take place
Reserve soldier Sergeant Nissim Malka
And Mami, the neighbor's daughter
Clouds of rain and war
Hover over the abandoned
textile factory
The young couple has hope and love
The bride no profession,
the groom not a dime
The bride no profession,
the groom not a dime.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You're so beautiful.
You're perfect.
"Listen, Masters."
-Cheers!
"Blessed are You, God, King of the universe,
"Who creates the fruit of the vine."–Amen.
"Blessed are You, God, King of the universe,
"Who has sanctified us with His commandments
"And has commanded on forbidden unions,
Who forbade betrothed women to us
"And permitted women who are married to us
through canopy and consecration.
"Blessed are You, God,
"Who sanctifies His people
through canopy and consecration."
Amen.
Drink and give the bride a sip.
I will stay on at the gas station
You'll stay on for a year at the factory,
then we'll make plans
We're in no rush,
our whole lives ahead of us
And Tuesday night we will say
we are doubly blessed
Doubly blessed.
By midnight the joy ends
The guests gather the flowers
and food for the next day
The groom dons his uniform,
returns to his regiment,
the bride returns home
Another day in the south gone by
Another day gone by
This is the address.
Who is at the door?
It's 2AM.
Let us sleep!
A military pickup
in front of the house.
Let the doctor go first.
"No, he's not dead."
"He's paralyzed."
She is told.
The soul, the body, the mind
In 24 hours it will sink in
She gets a shot
The pickup leaves at three
Her eyes are blank
No one is in the room
Perhaps when she awakes,
they will say "It was a mistake"
The child, the bride in her sleep
runs away
From the end of her childhood
Mami
Your soldier is a vegetable
The wedding ceremony is brief
Eternity is eternal
Mami
Your soldier is a vegetable
The wedding ceremony is brief
Eternity is eternal
You who is called God
Who has created peace in Your heaven
If only You would create peace
in my soul
You who is called God
Good morning.
To Him who makes peace in heaven
We are like lottery tickets
in His hands
Our fate is written above
It is the shape of a star
Your star, Mami, is sad
And ill and screwed
like the neighborhood
Yet perhaps the rabbi is right
And there is some intention here
Goodnight, my sweetheart.
My husband,
My son,
A yellow stripe
on the side of the road,
Can you see it?
Songs and talk
On the radio into the night
Are you afraid?
Your hand in mine, can you feel it?
The sky is black above
Black is also the color of the road
Electricity poles line the road
A glimpse of the moon
A truck flickers
in the opposite direction
You beside me like a wounded bird
Me beside you, I am no longer in pain
No one will ever find us
No one will ever find us
My husband, my son
Neon lights, a remote diner
Are you hungry?
An hour on the road
The three of us crowded in the cabin
Does your body ache?
Stars overhead,
are you listening?
Are you afraid?
Yes, I'm afraid
on the highway that enters Tel Aviv
Excuse me?
-Are you the owner?
-Yes.
Do you need employees?
I might need someone.
What do you expect from me?
I'll show you what you need to start.
I'll explain to you.
This pub is "gutte gutte"
This pub is the top of Tel Aviv
No one from the suburbs
Is allowed here
The media, bohemia
And athletes drink here
Each tosses down
Four drinks at least
You'll run, you'll serve
Hours here are irregular
In a week you'll squirt
Blood, sweat and tears
They'll barf, they'll fart
They'll piss on your cleavage
You'll get down on all fours
with a smile
To pick up the shit
They'll call you annoying cunt,
Dirty, a fuckin' cocksucker
These are real men we're talkin' about
Drink up friends, have a good time
Hammer this through your head,
for each woman in the pub
There are ten on the street
When you stop feeling
That you have a body and soul
Then, welcome, honey
You're on top of the game
No different nor more special
than anyone here
Just another chick
That hit Tel Aviv
Malik, hurry up.
-Get to work.
-Another night gone by.
It's over.
-We’re done.
-Tell Abed we're done...
Do me a favor,
finish up in the kitchen.
It's over.
I'm going home.
That's it.
Abed, get me a pail of water
so we can mop the floor.
Goodnight, I'm off.
-Where are you going?
-I wanna go home.
Bye, sweetie.
You see, Mami? She went home.
Good for her.
Malik, you good?
-Yeah.
-Great.
-Mami, don't, this work isn't for you.
-Okay, I'm outta here.
Malik, you're staying
in the room, right?
Mami.
I'm off.
Slowly.
Thank you.
Mami, come eat.
No, thank you, I'm fine.
Come eat.
Come, come.
-Don't be shy.
-Thank you.
Come, come, eat.
Get up!
It's okay. Stay there, sweetheart.
Stay there.
Come, eat and rest.
Thank you.
-I appreciate it.
-Enjoy.
-Please.
-Thank you.
-Enjoy.
-Thank you.
-Coffee?
-Okay.
Do you speak Arabic?
A little.
Welcome.
Thank you.
-Enjoy.
-Thank you.
-What's going on?
-The neighborhood is full of pigs.
-The city is full of cops.
-Where did they come from?
Sit down, take a load off.
Join us.
Who is this?
She works with us.
-A Jew that works with us.
-A Jew?
-What is she doing here?
-Poor thing.
-What are you doing here?
-I work here.
And who's that?
My husband.
What happened to him?
The war...
-What?
-The war.
Did you hear that? The war!
Mami, oh Mami, spread your legs
For seven oppressed
Seven Palestinians
Mami, oh Mami,
Spread your legs
For seven oppressed
Seven Palestinians
For years, we hunger for freedom
Tonight, we redeem Palestine
For years, we hunger for freedom
Tonight, we redeem Palestine
Listen
Wait
Ishmael and Isaac were brothers
We have one Father in heaven
You were born in a refugee camp
Hot in summer, cold in winter
I was born in a development town
We were born the same
Like an Arab worker,
I was exploited at the gas station
behind the counter
You lost hope, so did I
Everyone gets screwed
Mami, oh Mami
Your sad story depresses us
But we have no choice
We are determined,
tonight we redeem our honor
You drove our children out
In the name of demographics
You're robbing our fields
In the name of geography
You closed down our schools
In the name of pedagogy
You're calling us Nazis and roaches
In the name of demagogy
We will screw you, oh Mami
In the name of ideology
It was not me, the child,
who drove out your children
It was not my mouth, which was sealed,
that called you "roaches"
It was not my tired legs
that marched in Hebron and Nablus
It is not my disabled husband
that is your Zionist nightmare
Mami, oh Mami,
we will screw for we were screwed
Your rulers are our tragedy
Mami, oh Mami,
we will screw for we were screwed
Your rulers are our tragedy
The Palestinian people aspire
for freedom
Don't take this rape personally
For years, we hunger for freedom
Tonight, we redeem Palestine!
I don't want her here!
Pity her and her husband.
Give me a cigarette.
Here, calm down.
May God help her, poor thing.
They're human like me and you.
Poor thing, huh?
We're the poor things.
Police! Open up!
On your knees!
On your knees!
-Let's go.
-Get down on your knees.
-Give me your ID.
-You, on your knees.
-Everyone.
-Get down on your knees!
-Stay down!
-Don't move!
On your knees!
No one moves!
Stay where you are!
Let go of me!
-Lay off!
-No one moves!
Stay where you are!
-Shut your mouth!
-Piece of shit!
Move along.
Give me your ID.
Empty out your pockets.
Thanks, Sami, I hope you had
a good time.
Have a nice day.
-Will you come again?
-Yes.
Sweetie.
Are you alright?
I'm fine.
Can I help you with anything?
May I have a glass of water?
Yes, come on in.
Victor! Help me out here.
-Come inside.
-Thank you.
I'll give you some water.
Maybe you rest a bit.
If you're at the end of the road
80 years old and over
Hooked up to a catheter,
moaning all night
Your breath whistling like
a steam engine before a disaster
Your sclerosis rampant,
your body twitching from Parkinson.
The doctors have given you up for dead
and you ask yourself:
Do I go on living?
Who and what for?
Come
Come to Batia Classa's brothel
Come to the taste of life
Here you'll get tea and sympathy,
Valerian and Assival
And women, women, women
Take Lola from Metula,
Eliki from Ashdod
Simona from Dimona,
Pazit from Ein Harod
Christina from Chicago,
Samira from Hebron
And Tina Turnerovsky,
the whore from Kfar Etzion
As for the clientele,
Batia Classa is my name
All the who's who come knocking
from the Zionist enterprise
Public persona,
former generals and ministers
Good people with credit
in agriculture and trade
Revisionists, optimalists
Communists, minimalists...
Come into this beautiful room.
You can rest, sleep, whatever you want.
Wake me in one hour.
-Sure.
-Thank you very much.
I'll wake you and Victor will fill
the bottle with water and all's well.
Hello, Professor.
Yes, a new shipment arrived.
Very, very suitable.
A heart of gold.
Oh, yes, I know what to do.
So...
pickup in an hour?
Okay.
-Drink, honey.
-Thank you.
Come to Batia Classa's brothel
In Batia Classa's salon,
we're all friends
Because under the long johns -
We are all human.
Women, women, women, women, women
Batia Classa.
If only I could see
If only I could move
If only I could talk
"Give it all up
and come back home"
I would tell you,
I would say,
You have sentenced me to want, hope,
love
You have sentenced me to life
I have sentenced you
To be my bride
In the canopy of the dead
A strange city
A shadow haunts us
We have no redeemer
You take me away
But I am the pursuer
I am the shadow
Depart from me, Mami
Close my eyes
Bury me outside your heart
Erase me
From your body
And mind
If only I could see
If only I could move
If only I could talk
"Give it all up
"and go home"
I would tell you
Yes, I would say
Hello, Professor. Please, come in.
She is in this room.
Don't worry.
You won't feel a thing anymore.
We will take care of you.
Help me carry her.
Mami loves
Mami understands
Mami criticizes
Mami is reliable
Mami is seething
Mami kicks ass
Mami kills
Top secret:
The time is 16:45.
Trial CH2854
for the Ministry of Defense,
Object 17,
failed.
Although
removal of the insula in view of
defusing empathy is a success,
it seems adjacent tissue
has been impaired.
The patient shows no signs of recovery.
Take her away!
I who have been
A blind scarecrow in the field
a frightened victim
of the birds of prey
I am reborn,
but I am different
I learned to fly
We're going on air.
Final touchups.
Ten,
Nine,
Everyone out.
Eight.
Clear the studio.
Five.
-What's his name?
-Nissim Malka.
Good evening, we are pleased to host
this first interview
with Mami and her husband,
Nissim Malka, the war hero,
since the surprising announcement
this morning.
-Hello, Mami.
-Hello.
Up until last month, Mami was
anonymous, a cashier in the south,
But this morning she announced
that she is running for prime minister.
Mami, your breakthrough into
public life was meteoric,
but haven't you gone too far?
-Too far?
-All the analysts say
that this move of yours
is doomed to fail.
Maybe you're biting off more
than you can chew?
Udi,
I woke up,
this nation is waking up.
Let me speak to my nation.
Join Mami
Join Mami
To the new power
Join Mami
To the new power
The left is filth, the left is cancer
that eats the oxygen from
the national body.
Spreads to the brain,
annihilating every cell.
It suckles, it squeezes.
It is a parasite, it is scum.
Living in an Arab house,
eating humus and foul,
and making a living
off criticizing the "occupation" abroad.
An unabashed spy for Russia and China,
Minors by night, cocaine by day.
Join Mami...
Join Mami!
The right is a Fascist,
self-righteous psychopath.
The morals of a robot, a fanatic killer.
The vision of the right
is a sealed ghetto,
Pogroms all night,
revenge come morning.
Let's remember the right wing gods,
Mussolini, Franco and Idi Amin.
The law is the law, but the state is above it,
so put a bullet into every suspect's head.
Join Mami...
The religious are lazy exilic parasites
shamelessly using me and you.
Blacks out,
bastards and sons-of-bitches out.
They are the Middle Ages, Shylock Ltd.
They force their ways on us all
Judging in bed, our kosher ways
They want to rule us all!
Join Mami
The enlightened atheist is controlling
and racist,
Any believer, he deems small.
In the name of socialism and godlessness,
he enslaved the brown and the black.
He writes theses and studies
on the expense of the weak,
and awards himself prizes for this.
He is the name of a street,
the image on cash,
in his history he is a pioneer,
all the rest, a dangerous invader.
Mami! Mami! Mami!
Join Mami!
Join Mami!
Take from the left what is good:
egalitarian Jewish ethics for all.
Take from the right what is good:
a national fist and reliable army.
Take from the enlightened what is good:
free academic education for all.
Take from the religious
what they've got:
honor thy father and mother
and revere God!
You ask if we should go to war,
and what it means,
and how many casualties
we are gambling on,
and what it means financially
and morally,
can we overcome a national trauma
or crisis?
And damn it, I say:
Jews, what's there to think about?
War is good.
War is an abscess
that needs to be drained.
Yes, it is painful, but it must be done.
A country is measured by its kilometers,
not its graves.
And the years following the war
will be good years.
Death does not scare me,
death is but a corridor
to a longed for divine Jewish essence.
God will extend His hand to the light
and take us to Him,
dead or cripple,
He will set us down in His heaven,
take us to You!
For we are tired of being people,
we are all sacred lambs.
Take us to You,
kill us,
gather us up to You forever!
Take the ones you call sane
Take the insane
Take the old and the young
Take the ugly and the beautiful
Small heads and large
Just take, take, take
The good people, the sons of bitches
too, and don't forget me
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
The upper class, the lower class
Those who live poorly
and those who live good
Take the intellectuals, men of the fist
Just take, take, take
Those that cry and those that shoot,
and don't forget me
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
Kill us, gather us
What was and will be don't matter
For we were dust and all these years
We dreamt of returning to dust
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
Take Poles and Romanians,
Bulgarians and Yemenites
Take the TV addicts, the junkies
Take the bleeding hearts
and the soulless
Stinking bankers, workers of the soil,
and don't forget me
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
The human beings we were
Take us and we'll send you more
For our lives are bland and pitiful
and death suits us well
Take us to you
Give us skulls and bones
And we will wage war in Your name!
From the factories
From the offices
From in between women's legs
Leaving our children
The siren
Will take us all
To the red fields
In war is a womb
We are born
In fear is life
We never knew
Foolish men we were,
fathers and husbands
We have become hunters
in the red fields
How the years have gone by
The tribe returns
to the red fields
How the years have gone by
The tribe returns
to the red fields
If only I could see
If only I could move
If only I could talk
"Give it all up
"and come back home"
I would tell you
I would say
Someone crying out in the night
Someone in uniform
The informers raid the city
Planes going up and down
It was you who cried out into the night
You who was injected with the anesthetic
How did you become a war dog
Leading
Into the red fields
After all we have heard
in recent days,
the testimonies, the analyses,
there is no escaping the determination
that you are guilty
of the failure of the last campaign.
The question that came up
time and again was:
Why didn't we win?
What went wrong?
You promised us
a decisive victory.
The penalty determined
by this committee:
Eternal retirement from politics
and public life.
Do you have anything to say?
All the rivers flow to the sea
But, the sea is never full
Our beautiful thoughts
Were born in wars
And end in wars
Our thoughts became dreams
And women, women filled them
We created families
Delivered children
Whose end comes with wars
We who became dreams
Our children won't ever see us
They will walk by us in uniform
And we won't see them
We
Who were devoured by fire
And our children
Whose end is in fire
For we are all parched rivers
Remote from the sea
Time won't heal
The wound won't mend
What you don't shout
No one will say
What you don't shout
No one will say
What you don't shout
No one will say
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
Hello. -Hi.
-How are you? -Fine.
Yes, please?
-Can I have this, please? -Sure.
That's 6 shekels.
Thanks. -Thank you.
-Bye.
Hi there.
-A pack of Marlboro, please.
This one? -Yes.
-Here you go.
45.50.
God, watch over Nissim, son of Rachel
Malka, so that he returns safe and sound.
So that no harm comes to him.
We will create a home together thanks to
the righteous grandmothers and saints, amen.
Tuesday night
In a southern town
A double blessing,
a wedding is about to take place
Reserve soldier Sergeant Nissim Malka
And Mami, the neighbor's daughter
Clouds of rain and war
Hover over the abandoned
textile factory
The young couple has hope and love
The bride no profession,
the groom not a dime
The bride no profession,
the groom not a dime.
Thank you.
Thank you.
You're so beautiful.
You're perfect.
"Listen, Masters."
-Cheers!
"Blessed are You, God, King of the universe,
"Who creates the fruit of the vine."–Amen.
"Blessed are You, God, King of the universe,
"Who has sanctified us with His commandments
"And has commanded on forbidden unions,
Who forbade betrothed women to us
"And permitted women who are married to us
through canopy and consecration.
"Blessed are You, God,
"Who sanctifies His people
through canopy and consecration."
Amen.
Drink and give the bride a sip.
I will stay on at the gas station
You'll stay on for a year at the factory,
then we'll make plans
We're in no rush,
our whole lives ahead of us
And Tuesday night we will say
we are doubly blessed
Doubly blessed.
By midnight the joy ends
The guests gather the flowers
and food for the next day
The groom dons his uniform,
returns to his regiment,
the bride returns home
Another day in the south gone by
Another day gone by
This is the address.
Who is at the door?
It's 2AM.
Let us sleep!
A military pickup
in front of the house.
Let the doctor go first.
"No, he's not dead."
"He's paralyzed."
She is told.
The soul, the body, the mind
In 24 hours it will sink in
She gets a shot
The pickup leaves at three
Her eyes are blank
No one is in the room
Perhaps when she awakes,
they will say "It was a mistake"
The child, the bride in her sleep
runs away
From the end of her childhood
Mami
Your soldier is a vegetable
The wedding ceremony is brief
Eternity is eternal
Mami
Your soldier is a vegetable
The wedding ceremony is brief
Eternity is eternal
You who is called God
Who has created peace in Your heaven
If only You would create peace
in my soul
You who is called God
Good morning.
To Him who makes peace in heaven
We are like lottery tickets
in His hands
Our fate is written above
It is the shape of a star
Your star, Mami, is sad
And ill and screwed
like the neighborhood
Yet perhaps the rabbi is right
And there is some intention here
Goodnight, my sweetheart.
My husband,
My son,
A yellow stripe
on the side of the road,
Can you see it?
Songs and talk
On the radio into the night
Are you afraid?
Your hand in mine, can you feel it?
The sky is black above
Black is also the color of the road
Electricity poles line the road
A glimpse of the moon
A truck flickers
in the opposite direction
You beside me like a wounded bird
Me beside you, I am no longer in pain
No one will ever find us
No one will ever find us
My husband, my son
Neon lights, a remote diner
Are you hungry?
An hour on the road
The three of us crowded in the cabin
Does your body ache?
Stars overhead,
are you listening?
Are you afraid?
Yes, I'm afraid
on the highway that enters Tel Aviv
Excuse me?
-Are you the owner?
-Yes.
Do you need employees?
I might need someone.
What do you expect from me?
I'll show you what you need to start.
I'll explain to you.
This pub is "gutte gutte"
This pub is the top of Tel Aviv
No one from the suburbs
Is allowed here
The media, bohemia
And athletes drink here
Each tosses down
Four drinks at least
You'll run, you'll serve
Hours here are irregular
In a week you'll squirt
Blood, sweat and tears
They'll barf, they'll fart
They'll piss on your cleavage
You'll get down on all fours
with a smile
To pick up the shit
They'll call you annoying cunt,
Dirty, a fuckin' cocksucker
These are real men we're talkin' about
Drink up friends, have a good time
Hammer this through your head,
for each woman in the pub
There are ten on the street
When you stop feeling
That you have a body and soul
Then, welcome, honey
You're on top of the game
No different nor more special
than anyone here
Just another chick
That hit Tel Aviv
Malik, hurry up.
-Get to work.
-Another night gone by.
It's over.
-We’re done.
-Tell Abed we're done...
Do me a favor,
finish up in the kitchen.
It's over.
I'm going home.
That's it.
Abed, get me a pail of water
so we can mop the floor.
Goodnight, I'm off.
-Where are you going?
-I wanna go home.
Bye, sweetie.
You see, Mami? She went home.
Good for her.
Malik, you good?
-Yeah.
-Great.
-Mami, don't, this work isn't for you.
-Okay, I'm outta here.
Malik, you're staying
in the room, right?
Mami.
I'm off.
Slowly.
Thank you.
Mami, come eat.
No, thank you, I'm fine.
Come eat.
Come, come.
-Don't be shy.
-Thank you.
Come, come, eat.
Get up!
It's okay. Stay there, sweetheart.
Stay there.
Come, eat and rest.
Thank you.
-I appreciate it.
-Enjoy.
-Please.
-Thank you.
-Enjoy.
-Thank you.
-Coffee?
-Okay.
Do you speak Arabic?
A little.
Welcome.
Thank you.
-Enjoy.
-Thank you.
-What's going on?
-The neighborhood is full of pigs.
-The city is full of cops.
-Where did they come from?
Sit down, take a load off.
Join us.
Who is this?
She works with us.
-A Jew that works with us.
-A Jew?
-What is she doing here?
-Poor thing.
-What are you doing here?
-I work here.
And who's that?
My husband.
What happened to him?
The war...
-What?
-The war.
Did you hear that? The war!
Mami, oh Mami, spread your legs
For seven oppressed
Seven Palestinians
Mami, oh Mami,
Spread your legs
For seven oppressed
Seven Palestinians
For years, we hunger for freedom
Tonight, we redeem Palestine
For years, we hunger for freedom
Tonight, we redeem Palestine
Listen
Wait
Ishmael and Isaac were brothers
We have one Father in heaven
You were born in a refugee camp
Hot in summer, cold in winter
I was born in a development town
We were born the same
Like an Arab worker,
I was exploited at the gas station
behind the counter
You lost hope, so did I
Everyone gets screwed
Mami, oh Mami
Your sad story depresses us
But we have no choice
We are determined,
tonight we redeem our honor
You drove our children out
In the name of demographics
You're robbing our fields
In the name of geography
You closed down our schools
In the name of pedagogy
You're calling us Nazis and roaches
In the name of demagogy
We will screw you, oh Mami
In the name of ideology
It was not me, the child,
who drove out your children
It was not my mouth, which was sealed,
that called you "roaches"
It was not my tired legs
that marched in Hebron and Nablus
It is not my disabled husband
that is your Zionist nightmare
Mami, oh Mami,
we will screw for we were screwed
Your rulers are our tragedy
Mami, oh Mami,
we will screw for we were screwed
Your rulers are our tragedy
The Palestinian people aspire
for freedom
Don't take this rape personally
For years, we hunger for freedom
Tonight, we redeem Palestine!
I don't want her here!
Pity her and her husband.
Give me a cigarette.
Here, calm down.
May God help her, poor thing.
They're human like me and you.
Poor thing, huh?
We're the poor things.
Police! Open up!
On your knees!
On your knees!
-Let's go.
-Get down on your knees.
-Give me your ID.
-You, on your knees.
-Everyone.
-Get down on your knees!
-Stay down!
-Don't move!
On your knees!
No one moves!
Stay where you are!
Let go of me!
-Lay off!
-No one moves!
Stay where you are!
-Shut your mouth!
-Piece of shit!
Move along.
Give me your ID.
Empty out your pockets.
Thanks, Sami, I hope you had
a good time.
Have a nice day.
-Will you come again?
-Yes.
Sweetie.
Are you alright?
I'm fine.
Can I help you with anything?
May I have a glass of water?
Yes, come on in.
Victor! Help me out here.
-Come inside.
-Thank you.
I'll give you some water.
Maybe you rest a bit.
If you're at the end of the road
80 years old and over
Hooked up to a catheter,
moaning all night
Your breath whistling like
a steam engine before a disaster
Your sclerosis rampant,
your body twitching from Parkinson.
The doctors have given you up for dead
and you ask yourself:
Do I go on living?
Who and what for?
Come
Come to Batia Classa's brothel
Come to the taste of life
Here you'll get tea and sympathy,
Valerian and Assival
And women, women, women
Take Lola from Metula,
Eliki from Ashdod
Simona from Dimona,
Pazit from Ein Harod
Christina from Chicago,
Samira from Hebron
And Tina Turnerovsky,
the whore from Kfar Etzion
As for the clientele,
Batia Classa is my name
All the who's who come knocking
from the Zionist enterprise
Public persona,
former generals and ministers
Good people with credit
in agriculture and trade
Revisionists, optimalists
Communists, minimalists...
Come into this beautiful room.
You can rest, sleep, whatever you want.
Wake me in one hour.
-Sure.
-Thank you very much.
I'll wake you and Victor will fill
the bottle with water and all's well.
Hello, Professor.
Yes, a new shipment arrived.
Very, very suitable.
A heart of gold.
Oh, yes, I know what to do.
So...
pickup in an hour?
Okay.
-Drink, honey.
-Thank you.
Come to Batia Classa's brothel
In Batia Classa's salon,
we're all friends
Because under the long johns -
We are all human.
Women, women, women, women, women
Batia Classa.
If only I could see
If only I could move
If only I could talk
"Give it all up
and come back home"
I would tell you,
I would say,
You have sentenced me to want, hope,
love
You have sentenced me to life
I have sentenced you
To be my bride
In the canopy of the dead
A strange city
A shadow haunts us
We have no redeemer
You take me away
But I am the pursuer
I am the shadow
Depart from me, Mami
Close my eyes
Bury me outside your heart
Erase me
From your body
And mind
If only I could see
If only I could move
If only I could talk
"Give it all up
"and go home"
I would tell you
Yes, I would say
Hello, Professor. Please, come in.
She is in this room.
Don't worry.
You won't feel a thing anymore.
We will take care of you.
Help me carry her.
Mami loves
Mami understands
Mami criticizes
Mami is reliable
Mami is seething
Mami kicks ass
Mami kills
Top secret:
The time is 16:45.
Trial CH2854
for the Ministry of Defense,
Object 17,
failed.
Although
removal of the insula in view of
defusing empathy is a success,
it seems adjacent tissue
has been impaired.
The patient shows no signs of recovery.
Take her away!
I who have been
A blind scarecrow in the field
a frightened victim
of the birds of prey
I am reborn,
but I am different
I learned to fly
We're going on air.
Final touchups.
Ten,
Nine,
Everyone out.
Eight.
Clear the studio.
Five.
-What's his name?
-Nissim Malka.
Good evening, we are pleased to host
this first interview
with Mami and her husband,
Nissim Malka, the war hero,
since the surprising announcement
this morning.
-Hello, Mami.
-Hello.
Up until last month, Mami was
anonymous, a cashier in the south,
But this morning she announced
that she is running for prime minister.
Mami, your breakthrough into
public life was meteoric,
but haven't you gone too far?
-Too far?
-All the analysts say
that this move of yours
is doomed to fail.
Maybe you're biting off more
than you can chew?
Udi,
I woke up,
this nation is waking up.
Let me speak to my nation.
Join Mami
Join Mami
To the new power
Join Mami
To the new power
The left is filth, the left is cancer
that eats the oxygen from
the national body.
Spreads to the brain,
annihilating every cell.
It suckles, it squeezes.
It is a parasite, it is scum.
Living in an Arab house,
eating humus and foul,
and making a living
off criticizing the "occupation" abroad.
An unabashed spy for Russia and China,
Minors by night, cocaine by day.
Join Mami...
Join Mami!
The right is a Fascist,
self-righteous psychopath.
The morals of a robot, a fanatic killer.
The vision of the right
is a sealed ghetto,
Pogroms all night,
revenge come morning.
Let's remember the right wing gods,
Mussolini, Franco and Idi Amin.
The law is the law, but the state is above it,
so put a bullet into every suspect's head.
Join Mami...
The religious are lazy exilic parasites
shamelessly using me and you.
Blacks out,
bastards and sons-of-bitches out.
They are the Middle Ages, Shylock Ltd.
They force their ways on us all
Judging in bed, our kosher ways
They want to rule us all!
Join Mami
The enlightened atheist is controlling
and racist,
Any believer, he deems small.
In the name of socialism and godlessness,
he enslaved the brown and the black.
He writes theses and studies
on the expense of the weak,
and awards himself prizes for this.
He is the name of a street,
the image on cash,
in his history he is a pioneer,
all the rest, a dangerous invader.
Mami! Mami! Mami!
Join Mami!
Join Mami!
Take from the left what is good:
egalitarian Jewish ethics for all.
Take from the right what is good:
a national fist and reliable army.
Take from the enlightened what is good:
free academic education for all.
Take from the religious
what they've got:
honor thy father and mother
and revere God!
You ask if we should go to war,
and what it means,
and how many casualties
we are gambling on,
and what it means financially
and morally,
can we overcome a national trauma
or crisis?
And damn it, I say:
Jews, what's there to think about?
War is good.
War is an abscess
that needs to be drained.
Yes, it is painful, but it must be done.
A country is measured by its kilometers,
not its graves.
And the years following the war
will be good years.
Death does not scare me,
death is but a corridor
to a longed for divine Jewish essence.
God will extend His hand to the light
and take us to Him,
dead or cripple,
He will set us down in His heaven,
take us to You!
For we are tired of being people,
we are all sacred lambs.
Take us to You,
kill us,
gather us up to You forever!
Take the ones you call sane
Take the insane
Take the old and the young
Take the ugly and the beautiful
Small heads and large
Just take, take, take
The good people, the sons of bitches
too, and don't forget me
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
The upper class, the lower class
Those who live poorly
and those who live good
Take the intellectuals, men of the fist
Just take, take, take
Those that cry and those that shoot,
and don't forget me
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
Kill us, gather us
What was and will be don't matter
For we were dust and all these years
We dreamt of returning to dust
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
Take Poles and Romanians,
Bulgarians and Yemenites
Take the TV addicts, the junkies
Take the bleeding hearts
and the soulless
Stinking bankers, workers of the soil,
and don't forget me
Just take, take, take
Just take, take, take
The human beings we were
Take us and we'll send you more
For our lives are bland and pitiful
and death suits us well
Take us to you
Give us skulls and bones
And we will wage war in Your name!
From the factories
From the offices
From in between women's legs
Leaving our children
The siren
Will take us all
To the red fields
In war is a womb
We are born
In fear is life
We never knew
Foolish men we were,
fathers and husbands
We have become hunters
in the red fields
How the years have gone by
The tribe returns
to the red fields
How the years have gone by
The tribe returns
to the red fields
If only I could see
If only I could move
If only I could talk
"Give it all up
"and come back home"
I would tell you
I would say
Someone crying out in the night
Someone in uniform
The informers raid the city
Planes going up and down
It was you who cried out into the night
You who was injected with the anesthetic
How did you become a war dog
Leading
Into the red fields
After all we have heard
in recent days,
the testimonies, the analyses,
there is no escaping the determination
that you are guilty
of the failure of the last campaign.
The question that came up
time and again was:
Why didn't we win?
What went wrong?
You promised us
a decisive victory.
The penalty determined
by this committee:
Eternal retirement from politics
and public life.
Do you have anything to say?
All the rivers flow to the sea
But, the sea is never full
Our beautiful thoughts
Were born in wars
And end in wars
Our thoughts became dreams
And women, women filled them
We created families
Delivered children
Whose end comes with wars
We who became dreams
Our children won't ever see us
They will walk by us in uniform
And we won't see them
We
Who were devoured by fire
And our children
Whose end is in fire
For we are all parched rivers
Remote from the sea
Time won't heal
The wound won't mend
What you don't shout
No one will say
What you don't shout
No one will say
What you don't shout
No one will say
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields
How the years went by
The tribe returns
To the red fields