Lo el sachar halev patu'ach,
lo lit'hilah nasanu rosh,
anu yatzanu im diglei haru'ach
et ha'avir beshir lach'rosh.
Li bamoledet bayit ayin,
lo bishvili shatalti etz,
t'nuni bim'lo gufi k'chemet yayin
el admatah lehitnapetz.
Eretz nogah li,
geva vagai
at madlikah li
esh beraglai
lailah pore'ach,
reiach yare'ach,
yam shamaim af me'alai
horah s'charchoret
d'vorah sh'charchoret
hal'ah, ad matai
hal'ah ad bli dai. |
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Not to a charter is the heart open,
we did not raise our heads for a praise
we went out with wind flags
to plough the air with a song.
I have no home in my homeland,
I did not plant a tree for myself,
fill me up, my body is like wine bottle
to be shattered to the ground.
The land is sad to me,
hill and valley!
You light up for me
a fire at my feet!
A blooming night,
the moon scent,
the sky a sea flying above me
dizzy horah
a black bee
farther, until when,
farther, without stopping. |
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