Featured Artist:David Broza

David Broza



David Broza is an Israeli born singer/songwriter and is the very definition of a world citizen. He was born in Israel, educated in England and Spain and records in English, Spanish, and Hebrew.

 

I first learned of him from an episode of Nightline that aired during the conflict in 2006 between Lebanon and Israel. They featured him because he was doing free concerts in the bomb shelters in Israel to boost morale. The more I saw, the more I was intrigued and fell in love with his music.

 

The song he is most known for is Yihye Tov (translated it means Things Will Be Better). It is the very first song he ever wrote and it was inspired by the moment when Anwar Sedat of Egypt set foot on Israeli soil for the first time. Every time he plays this song, he always says that he looks forward to the day he can stop playing this song, because that means peace will have come and maybe tonight will be the night.

 

 

Yihye Tov

 

Translated lyrics for Yihye Tov:

 

I look out of the window and it makes me very sad,

Spring has left, who knows if it will return.

The clown has become a king, the prophet has become a clown

and I have forgotten the way, but I am still here.

 

And all will be good, yes, all will be good

Sometimes I break down, so tonight

oh, tonight, with you I stay.

 

Children wear wings and fly off to the army

and after two years they return without an answer.

People live in anxiety, looking for a reason to breathe

and between hatred and murder

they talk about peace.

 

And all will be good, yes, all will be good

Sometimes I break down, so tonight

oh, tonight, with you I stay.

 

(Yes) up there in the sky, clouds are learning how to fly

and I look up see a hijacked airplane.

A government of generals divide the land, to what's theirs and ours

not seeing/ when will we see the end?

 

We will yet learn to live together between the groves of olive trees

Children will live without fear, without borders, without bomb shelters

On graves, grass will grow, for peace and love, one hundred years of war

But hope is not lost

 

I look out of my window, maybe it has/will come a new day

 

Here comes the prince of Egypt, oh how I rejoiced for him

There are pyramids in the eyes and peace in his pipe

And we said "let's make peace and live as brothers"

And he then said, let's just leave the territories