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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