Im bo hakayitz be'erev karir,
tzchok ve'e'etzev nolad bi hashir.
Umangina shel sof ha'ona
k'mo pri bashel me'elav hitnagna
Tene shel tut vetene shel shesek
tene yarok shel tikva,
Tene yaldut nisa aley shechem,
tene mipri ahava
Ani holechet el ta'am hapri
el mtikut ahavat neurim
Haya min kesem umin
hitragshut kshehu higish li mipri etz hatut
Im bo hakayitz be'or acharon
mashmia margo'a tzovet bagaron
Ve'eze etzev veyofi kafri
al hamirtzefet nashar lo od pri
As the summer arrives in a cool evening
with cry and laughter a song was born
And a melody for the end of the season,
like a ripe fruit, played own it's own
A basket of strawberries and a basket of loquats,
a green basket of hope,
A basket of youth carried on shoulder
a basket made of love fruits.
The taste is beautiful
it reminds me of sweet young love
It was a magic moment
I was emotional when he offered me strawberries.
It is the last light of summer
it sounds relaxing but I feel l lump in my throught
And the beauty of the country side
another fruit fell off.