My name is Yoni, and I am an IDF soldier;
I’m to greet the four-year-old old hostage just released;
We’re told not to answer questions about parents;
I’m glad to have direction about what can and cannot be said;
It’s hard though I know both parents are dead;
I saw the father’s head and the mother’s leg amongst the debris;
But I volunteered – the parents were old friends from the university
Who suffered such unspeakable horrific ends.
Here we go, God please help me ease his pain.
Hello, I’m Yoni a soldier in the Israel Defense Forces;
I’m with you, I’m going to get you home.
You are in a safe place, I’m here to take care of you.
You are safe, I promise.
Where’s my Mama? Where’s my Mama?
Where’s my Mama? Where’s my Daddy?
Where’s my Daddy? Where’s my Daddy?
Are you cold? Are you hot?
Are you thirsty? Are you hungry?
Can I give you a hand?
Can I pick you up?
No, No, No, No, No, No
Where’s my Mama? Where’s my Mama?
Where’s my Mama? Where’s my Daddy?
Where’s my Daddy? Where’s my Daddy?
I’m sorry, I don’t know.
My job is to take you to Israel a safe place.
Can I help you walk? We don’t want to be too late.
People you know are waiting for you;
They’ll be able to answer your questions.
No, No, No, No, No, No
Mama Mama Mama Mama Mama
Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy Daddy
Where are you? Where are you?
Why are you hiding?
