I love my children

nervous song
words: Aba translates to English by Noa
music: Aba, Ran Shemtov

when your kid grows up,
he’ll come to you and ask and you’ll tell him…
what will you tell him?
will you tell him I didn’t know
will you tell him I didn’t listen

will you tell him I was busy?
will you tell him I didn’t think
will you tell him I didn’t inspect
I ran and provided I cared for you..

when your kid grows up he’ll come and ask
he won’t believe you he won’t understand you!
then you’ll tell him.. what will you tell him?

you’ll tell him I had no words I had no pity I had no pain I didn’t stop I forgot, neglected, gave up, I saw nothing.

I used to travel all around the world for business. My wife would tell me, ashi, the kids are young, they need a father at home and not abroad. I thought she doesn't understand. I saw many of my American and European collegues arrive back home only for the weekends, having the children in a boarding school, I wanted to be like people in the real world, in the big world. Years after I learned how much stupid it was, and then came the song.