Im titkonen lalechet belaila kar
El ever hanamal, bamarina hanishkachat
Betach tir’e isha ota shchorim
Baru’ach hahoma, mamtina levo hashachar
Kach ad sof halaila
al hamezach hi nitsevet
Hachats’it shchora shela baruach hi noshevet
Kacha metsapa hi el ha’ish shehi ohevet
She’ulai halaila yachazor
Mi ahuva haya hu,
mi ha’ish asher ota natash?
Ei hiflig hu, be’eizo Derech?
Uvnahamat hayamim,
bishchorim,
kol laila mechadash
Et chidat liba poteret
Kach ad sof halaila
al hamezach hi nitsevet
Hachats’it shchora shela baruach hi noshevet
Kacha metsapa hi el ha’ish shehi ohevet
She’ulai halaila yachazor
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If you’re getting ready, in a cold night,
To go toward the harbor in the forgotten marina
You surely will see a woman draped in black,
In the howling wind, waiting for daybreak
Thus, till the end of night,
on the pier she is standing
Her black skirt blowing in the wind
Thus, she is waiting for the man she loves
That he may return tonight
Who was her lover,
who is the man that abandoned her?
Where did he sail, which way?
With the roaring waters,
in black clothing,
every night anew
She unravels the mystery of her heart
Thus, till the end of night,
on the pier she is standing
Her black skirt blowing in the wind
Thus, she is waiting for the man she loves
That he may return tonight
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