Stigma (Google translate) Words and music: Orit Ezrach Produced Musical: Nir Naymon He was born in south Even if he will be king He would die with the label What he did not, he wants to be Something about him Does not stop bemoan Went to live in the center Nothing moves in the south So he decided set up an army With all the arsenal Said all who understand Really, exception And on the way to the front Something bothered hinterland He knows not from today It all depends Stig Stig what will be with you Stigma may be enough Stig What do you think to yourself go out of my head And they all shake hands him He tested with a magnifying glass Against the background of the color or taste of White chocolate Where are you from originally And Stig pick up another drink I came from a hole And they again come back label Stig what will be with you Stigma may be enough....