(A letter from a new country December 1950)

Hivtachti lichtov kshenasati velo katavti mizman
achshav at kol kach chasera li chaval chaval she'at lo kan
achrey shehigati le Yafo tikvot noldu mitoch yeush
matzati li cheder vachetzi al gag shel bayit natush
yesh po mita mitkapelet im nirtze shloshtenu lishon
at ani vehayeled mul chalon mashkif layam hatichon

veulai merachok yesh sikui echad lemilion
veulai merachok eze osher mitganev el hachalon

bishnat 50 sof December bachutz milchemet ruchot
vesheleg tzanach kan lefeta lavan mazkir li nishkachot
od hapetza patuach im rak hayit iti achshav
hayiti pashut mesaper lach et ma shelo yagid michtav
kan im tirtzi yesh lach bayit ve'oti yiheh lach hamon
tzchok yeladim el habayit vechalon mashkif layam hatichon

veulai….

I promised to write when I left you but I didn't write for a long time
Now I miss you so much such a pity you are not here with me
After I arrived in Jaffa hopes were born out of despair
I found my self a room and a half on the roof of a deserted house
I have a folding bed if the three of us want to sleep
You the kid and I against a window looking out to the Mediteranean Sea

And may be from so far away there is a one to a milion chance
And may be from so far away happiness is sneaking through the window

The end of December 1950 out side there is war between the winds
Suddenly we had snow fall so white and reminds me what I already forgot
The wound is still open but if you were here with me
I would have simply tell you what ever a letter will not say
If you want you have a home here and you will have me a lot
Kid's laughter coming to the house
And a window looking out to the Mediteranean Sea

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