Zohar Argov - Nakhon LeHayom

Everyday i rip the paper off the calendar
Sunday is sad
In Monday i feel alright
And Tuesday is a new day

ill lay on me back
Flip on my stomach
And my mind runs
I work very hard
Enslaved by the door post
While my mind is ticking

Everyday i turn from solid to dust
Sunday is black
In Monday i shine
And Tuesday is a new planet

Everyday i wait for the end
In Sunday its almost there
In Monday you're gone
And in Tuesday I'm all alone