Vitarti are back! Here is what they wrote when they shared this first single from their new album back in October: "We All Lost - a new song. When we grew up in the 90s, for a moment, there was a euphoria of peace. One that was talked about, dreamed about. One that was just a touch away on the landline.
We All Lost is a lament for a childhood destroyed by a cruel reality. Cynical, painful, and sobering. One that our parents hoped to protect us from, one that we hope to protect from our children".
You promised me an olive branch by the end of the decade
Dressed up and excited, I waited in line
Peace, now
Mom, you said it wouldn't be dangerous here
Sitting, crying in the dark, calling the ERAN hotline again
What will be here, Dad? Is there a total victory yet?
I took four Clonex pills, I'll feel them soon
We are the children of Oslo
Fall '93
A new Middle East and punk rock
You ruined my dreams
Because the dove exploded into pieces at Maxim
And I'm already used to seeing a thousand bodies on prime-time
Haim, Yavin
Mom, you promised back then that it would be great here
Sitting, crying in the dark, and ordering an expensive baguette
What will be here, Dad? Is there a total victory yet?
Getting dressed up for another evening, in the shelter
I scream but they don't hear
Time passes and there are more casualties
Bombs, tears, and fake pride
Helpless and scratching in my sleep
We all lost.
Vitarti released their second single last month, about a week into the war: "A new song. Written two days ago, recorded and mixed yesterday. Not really, we're living in a two-and-a-half-year loop".
Let's fly from here to another place in time
A place where there are no more missiles
Let's fly from here, I packed on my own
But flights were canceled, I want to cry, I need an urgent rescue
Let's fly from here, but how?
And you listen to punk rock
And I to Yinon Magal
I sleep with my shoes on
And you with a light weapon
You deserve better than this, I swear, a long time ago, kus emek
I have a friend, Oded, a contract worker at Rafael
He organizes vacations to all the countries, the suitcases are a joke
You deserve your own drone
We'll go see Rancid
We'll live in northern Spain
Hug me around the waist
Hold my hand
Floating in the clouds
There are no more fears
On flying drones
We control its destiny
Flying to a new land
Where there is no contention and evil
Just you and me like back then
Just two bored people
