At this hazy hour I'm happy to notice this informal stage, because I just need one for my following request.
We're about to play Neshel Hanahash at the Arts Night we're holding in 15.75 hours. It took us almost a month to search for an english translation for the lyrics, both along the internet and with our friends. Finally we gave up, as soon everybody's leaving home and we play it very well by now.

SO, we spent the whole night translating Neshel Hanahash with 2 Hebrew-English-Hebrew dictionaries, one english-english dictionary, one english-hebrew pen and one Word with english thesaurus
We're now dead tired and incapable of further optimizing our results so we turn to you to help us. The lyrics are available at:
http://lgolgher.home.cern.ch/lgolgher/arts/snake.htm

and are pasted below for your convenience.

The night begins at 20:00 Israel time, so please finalize this version by 19:00 so we would be able to make a transparency. This message is also posted at the forum of www.meirariel.co.il, as well brought to the attention of Shiraz Ariel Drori and others.

Good night,
Lior et al

The Shedded Snakeskin (Neshel Ha’Nahash) \\ Meir Ariel

Lyrics & melody: Meir Ariel
English Translation: Lior Golgher & Shay Lifshitz
Assistance: Shiraz Ariel Drori, Daniel Bram, Meir Ariel Ondine Forum, Haayal Hakore Magazine, fellow CERN summer students

Preformed live at Artz Night 4, CERN Main Auditorium 21.8.2002
Lukas Prybil: Guitarre, harmonica
Lior Golgher: Tar, Singing
Shay Lifshitz: Whistling, voices, drama

Once again I’m sucking a stem
Under a dilapidated bridge
While over me the carts are rolling steadily. [While above is a running motion of carts]

Once again I start wondering
What do I want, what do I crave for? [(what do I hunger after) , (what do I want to eat)]
While the confident (vital) ant is measuring me (by foot) (points a measuring look at me)

Every once in a while, [from time to time, (every now and again), (every now and then)]
I plummet poor pauper (I’m left out poor pauper)
From the chattered cart race

I let slip the circular stream {ejected out of the turbelence}
{I} sink in water under a billow
While the whirling round din keeps moving away

And dad always says:
“If you give it up today you’ll lose it forever
A running cart never stops (makes no stops) (The cart keeps running with no stops)

If you jump out of the cart today
Two years will elapse, and (Two years from now)
You’ll find yourself lagging behind”

I freely dive (fall) without a parachute (with no parachute)
Attracted to all directions I’m (opening up to all directions) (inflating in all directions)
Torn apart by the winds of lust (towards all directions) (the isotropical lust)

So in the meanwhile I rest (hence…)
Lay ‘As is’, the way I am (just like that as I’m lying)
While the fast pace above is running (over,) over and over again
(while the overhead rush)

Poor and penniless I am,
Gazing (looking) at the shedded snakeskin.
If only I could emerge like this, (accordingly emerge)

Shedding carelessly (a) skin (shedding with no fears)
Of arid culture (Of culture that has dried) (the dry cultural skin)
and like new,
reach my destiny (providence)

But quoting dad, he’d say: [(But dad is quoted saying), (but dad would say)]

“If you give it up today you’ll lose it forever
A running cart never stops (makes no stops) (The cart keeps running with no stops)

If you jump out of the cart today
Two months from now (two months will elapse, and)
You’ll find yourself lagging far behind”

(solo guitarre)

Two years… two months… two days… two hours… two minutes… two seconds…

And I also had a girl
A bit wild (wacky), a bit unclear [(abstract), (vague)]
But she didn’t deserve getting me crazy (but it wasn’t fair to be mad at her) (but she didn’t deserve my insanity)

so in a rented car (So I rented a car) (so in a hit-n-run car)
I knocked her down (I reshaped her profile)
And now I miss her… (and now I yearn for her…)

And I wanna see you getting out of it now,
How’re you gonna get out of it now?
Sucking a stem under a bridge

Who needs you now?
Who remembers you anyway now? [(Now who remembers you anyway?), (Who remembers you anyway now?), (Who remembers who are you now?)]
So much for relationships, boy

But dad keeps saying:
“If you give it up today you’ll lose it forever
A running cart never stops (makes no stops) (The cart keeps running with no stops)

If you jump out of the cart today
Two hours from now (two hours will elapse, and)
You’ll find yourself lagging far behind”

But dad keeps saying:
“If you give it up today you’ll lose it forever
A running cart never stops (makes no stops) (The cart keeps running with no stops)

If you jump out of the cart today
Two years from now (two years will elapse, and)
You’ll find yourself lagging far behind”

Dad keeps saying:
“If you give it up today you’ll lose it forever
A running cart never stops (makes no stops) (The cart keeps running with no stops)

If you jump out of the cart today
Two hours from now (two hours will elapse, and)
You’ll find yourself lagging far behind”

Two years… two months… two days… two hours… two minutes… two seconds…

And you’re stuck far behind…

Sucking on a stem
Under rotten old bridge
Over me carts are rolling

As mentioned at the link I gave, we're about to sing it in Hebrew. But the song is long, and everyone will get bored unless they understand what we're singing about.
Anyways we're about to introduce the song and explain it before preforming it.
Actually we got access to a viewer, so we're about to read it directly from the computer (no transparencies or handouts), and hopefully record it directly to MP3.
So technically I can open an ICQ Lite window so the Ayals could send messages to the audience during the show.

Practically I guess that wouldn't be a wise idea.

Anyways we're about to rush to Geneve now to collect the pix from the Faithless concert on CD. If they'll be good, we would put them online for the joy of all ayals. We could have stored them at NewStage, but the queue is too long...

Quoted from http://cern.ch/sheket

We're about to preform Meir Ariel's 'The Shedded
Snakeskin' (Neshel Hanahash), with Lukas on the guitar, me singing the original Hebrew lyrics, and an English translation presented overhead as a transparency. All my friends back home were urged to contribute to the translation of this ingenious Israeli masterpiece, and you're invited to follow the progress of this initiative in real time.

Daddy says/nags again

But daddy says again

Can't help, the boring meeting's over

Here again I suck a straw,
Under a bridge about to fall,
While above, the rolling carts, are ceaselessly in motion.

Here again I wonder what,
I'm gonna eat and what I want,
While the busy ant measures my dimentions.

No no he's not dead, he's, he's restin'

/me thinks it `tEtzura' and `letAtzer', respectivly.
Something about No such thing as TZ following a T, etc.