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....
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