Achen eda, ze yom lelo tmura
Velo nafal davar velo era
Velo yavdil beino leven yamim
Tziyon va'ot asher mitov ad ra
Verak lashemesh re'ach shel Yasmin
Verak la'even kol shel lev po'em
Verak la'erev tzeva shel tapuz
Verak lachol sfatayim menashkot
Eich ezkerenu almoni stami
Eicha eshmor chasdo hapit'omi
Eich a'amin sheyom echad haya
Kol nid vare'ach etzem me'atzmi
Ki kol Ilan haya mifras rotet
Veladmama enayim shel yalda
Veladma'ot nicho'ach halivluv
Veshem ha'ir keshem ahavati |
Yes, I know, it is a day with no value
Nothing happened,
I can't distinguish between it and other days
No sign, for good or bad
Only the sun has the scent of Jasmine
Only a stone has a voice like the beating heart
Only the evening has an orange's smell
Only the sand has kissing lips
How will I remember him, some one unknown
I will I keep his sudden grace
How will I believe that one day he was
Every move, every scent of my own body
Every tree used to be a shivering sale
Silence has the eyes of a child
Tears have the bloom's scent
And the name of the town is like my love |