Nad ilan
nad ilan
tz'marto litef haru'ach
venashak alav.
Sham bagan
sham bagan
yafati katfah tapu'ach
utz'chokah shenhav.
Lu ani ilan hi ru'ach
venashkah af li
od tik'tof oti tapu'ach
chinani.
Ho matai hayom yafu'ach
ve'esa koli
yafati redi lashu'ach
begani. |
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A tree sways
a tree sways
the wind caresses its top
and kissed it
There in the garden
there in the garden
my beauty picked an apple
and her laughter as ivory
If only I were a tree and she the wind
and she were to kiss me
she just might pick me up
a graceful apple
Oh when will the day be over
and I shall call aloud
my beauty! come down for a stroll
in my garden. |
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