ODENI YELED
Bashamaim yafah hat'chelet,
va'ani metzayer ananim.
Az omrim hahorim nu yeled,
gam anachnu hayinu k'tanim.
Hag'dolim sho'alim nu yeled,
mah tirtzeh la'asot kshetigdal?
She'elah shekazot mevalbelet...
va'ani lo yode'a bichlal.
Ech ed'a?
Ve'odeni yeled.
Zo chidah.
Ut'shuvah li ein.
Kshe'eda,
lo ehyeh kvar yeled;
beintaim li shir mitnagen,
mitnagen.
Bamilim, batzlilim ha'eleh,
asachek me'ushar bashirim.
Ve'omrim hahorim nu yeled,
ve'omrim vechozrim ve'omrim.
Az ani mitbayesh ke'ilu,
vechoshev le'atzmi machshavot.
Va'ani lo oneh afilu,
kshe'egdal az yihyu li t'shuvot.
Ech ed'a...
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I'M STILL A CHILD
The blue sky is beautiful above,
and I'm drawing the clouds.
Then my parents come and say well child,
we were once small too.
The aduts are asking well child,
what do you wanna do when you grow up?
A question that is so confusing...
and I don't know at all.
How will I know?
I'm still a child.
It's a riddle.
And I have no answer.
When I will know,
I won't be a child anymore;
in the meantime the song plays,
plays.
In these words, in the sounds,
I'll play happily in the songs.
And my parents come and say well child,
and say, and come back and repeat.
So I'm kind of embarrased,
and think thoughts to myself.
And I don't even answer,
when I'll grow up I will have answers.
How will I know...
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