Singer and songwriter Idan Amedi released a new song today (Monday), his first since suffering a serious injury during combat in the Gaza Strip as part of the Iron Swords War. The emotional song describes a life journey of a person confronting physical and emotional challenges, rebuilding himself through pain and perseverance. The lyrics touch on themes of inner strength, survival, and personal growth, portraying a character who embodies a combination of humanity and heroism.
A Song of Pain, Hope, and Heroes
The song, titled Superman, opens with the story of a young boy facing a complex reality in his family, as his father is hospitalized. The boy, forced to grow up in the shadow of pain, develops a “mental armor” that accompanies him throughout his life. The song progresses to describe his journey into adulthood—hard work, achievements alongside emotional struggles, and intense military service that transforms him into an outstanding soldier.
The ending, where the character is depicted as a Superman, conveys a profound message: true heroes are not those who are always strong but those who face their struggles and find new light within themselves.
Personal Background and Injury
Amedi, who was injured in January 2024 during combat in the Gaza Strip, initially served as part of the Carmeli Brigade in the north before transferring to a combat engineering unit. During the fighting, he suffered a severe injury and was discharged from the hospital after about two weeks.
In a public statement following his release, Amedi called for unity in Israeli society and expressed hope for a reality where division no longer persists.
Here is an approximate translation of the lyrics: Superman
Every time I close my eyes, the same script plays again,
The one beloved by those who still believe in heroes.
It starts in Jerusalem, a small room in a hospital,
A father connected to tubes,
Across from him, a child surrounded by some uncles.
And so, without magic, without spells,
The child grew a six-ton shield under his clothes.
Slowly, he learns to live his life,
Sometimes he hits, sometimes he steals,
The tricks he learned from karate come in handy.
He shuts his heart, wraps his pain,
At night, thoughts come rushing in.
But he’s sensitive, so he senses
That his family, too, carries heavy burdens.
Subconsciously, he flips the record,
And from now on, he becomes the protector.
Watching over his anxious brother,
Guarding his mother from breaking down,
And ensuring the home stays intact—
No trouble, always excelling.
By the age of fifteen, his muscles grow,
The boy becomes a young man in the adult world.
He works as a porter, as a waiter,
On the wall hangs a medal from another competition.
Even at school, they accidentally discover
That, wow, he’s got a good head on his shoulders.
But what about the cracked heart?
What tools can fix it?
And why is it that schools
Never teach such things?
I was thrown into life, my hands were empty,
I survived on thin air,
Choking on the climbs.
After the darkness,
After the abysses,
I’m no longer afraid of dying;
I’m more afraid of not living.
To anyone who doubted I was different,
That I got my light by sheer chance,
The angels descended,
Bowed, and said, “Amen.
He’s no ordinary man;
He’s Superman.”
At eighteen, the young man came of age,
Suddenly, a letter from the army arrived,
And between him and his mother, a war of attrition began.
After years of the system bleeding his parents dry,
She wanted her boy at home—
No worries, no chaos.
But he wouldn’t give up;
This time, it was a different movie.
He wrote letter after letter,
Crossed fence after fence.
Finally, his mother gave in,
Not surprised when the call announced:
On the parade ground,
The young man was declared an outstanding soldier.
And so the legend goes,
He was chosen for some special unit,
Where everyone wears armor
And carries painful truths.
There, inside each one,
A secret corner grows.
Welcome, my brother,
To the club of broken hearts.
Nights filled with ambushes, arrests,
War that erupts and strikes within.
Every friend lost burns inside,
Like boiling oil on the hand.
And when someone comes to help,
When someone tries to understand,
The young man politely replies:
“It’ll be okay; we carry on.”
It comes in dreams,
In thoughts,
A hunger from the gut to fight.
Addiction to action,
To danger,
Just to feel alive.
But before I become a cliché, my love,
It was important for me to let you know:
It’s all true—
That boy is me.
I was thrown into life, my hands were empty,
I survived on thin air,
Choking on the climbs.
After the darkness,
After the abysses,
I’m no longer afraid of dying;
I’m more afraid of not living.
To anyone who doubted I was different,
That I got my light by sheer chance,
The angels descended,
Bowed, and said, “Amen.
He’s no ordinary man;
He’s Superman.”
And so, after clearing doubts,
I removed the masks from my heart,
I entered the world of music,
Among drunks, cocaine, and prostitutes.
There, I discovered the insecure,
Afraid of themselves,
Addicted to applause.
I didn’t find myself among them,
So, for a while, I stayed alone.
Until another woman came,
Wise-hearted, with kind eyes,
Who saw in me a superpower—
Both crutches and wings.
She taught me that in bitter fractures,
Skies are also hidden.
And no matter how much I’ve been hit,
The main thing is I never gave up.
Slowly, song by song,
I learned to explain to myself
That everything I’ve experienced
Was meant for me
So I could finally understand
That only those who’ve walked in darkness and shadow
Truly know what light is.
Every prayer I prayed to forget
Only brought me back to remember.
And after I was injured,
There were nights
I roared from my chest.
I began bargaining with God:
“If you give me this, I’ll give you that.”
But deep inside my broken-whole heart,
I had no doubts—
I’m no longer afraid of dying;
I’m more afraid of not living.
I was thrown into life, my hands were empty,
I survived on thin air,
Choking on the climbs.
After the darkness I endured,
A thousand abysses,
I’m no longer afraid of dying;
I’m more afraid of not living.
To anyone who doubted I was different,
That I got my light by sheer chance,
The angels descended,
Bowed, and said, “Amen.
He’s no ordinary man;
He’s Superman.”
