YALLEL

YALLEL

Kol pa'amonim kore ba'ir ha'atika Kol rochlim machriz al kol miney hametika Re'ach tavlinim nisa mishuk habesamim Mor ukinamon ufilpelim veyasmin Guma'a kan ze yom shishi veshabes ze shabat E efshar latzet mize hakol kmo salat Mehayeshiva ola tfila ashkenazit Al tzari'ach mimula kore muazin Yalel yalel baboker uvalel Hazemer mitgalgel vehaviku'ach mistalsel Misrad hapnim misrad habitachon Achrey hakol anachnu bamizrach hatichon Harochlim lahem rak hamalach hatov yimchal Uventayim kach mehamashke hamehulal Tvol hapita im hachumus vehatznobarim Hitmazeg im ha'avir vehashirim Mitganevet veyotzet mitoch hatze'ifim Rakdanit habeten el mechol hakisufim Hop hahu noten siman vehatambur muchan Yerecheha mitpatlot lechan ulechan Yalel yalel..... Chalifot chafiyot uvadim Chogegim bamisa'ada shel Abu Ibrahim Kol habeayot kulan ba'ot al pitronan Rak tzarich lashevet misaviv lashulchan Kol pa'amonim kore ba'ir ha'atika Kol rochlim machriz al kol miney hametika Chey zkano shel hanavi vechey emunotai Pkach enayim vetire hechan ata chai Yalel yalel...

The sound of bells is heard in the old city The voice of peddlers announcing their sweets The smell of herbs comes from the market Cinnamon, myrrh, peppers and jasmine Guma'a is Friday ( in Arabic) and Shabes is Sabbath (in Idish) Every thing mixes like in a salad From the jewish studies school a prayer comes up And the Muazin (the arab cantor) calls from the tower. Yalel in the morning and evening The melody rolls on the argument is on The ministry of internal affairs and the ministry of defence after all  we are in the Middle East the peddlers only an angel will forgive Take some of the famous drink Put the pita bread in the chumus and nuts Be one with the air and the songs Hiding behind the scarfs is the balley dancer She start her dance Some one gives a sign and the Darbuka is ready Her hips go left and right Suits kafias galabias (long Arabic dresses) and material We celebrate in Abu Ibrahim's restaurant All the problems are solved You only have to sit around the table The sound of bells is heard in the old city The voice of peddlers announcing their sweets I swear in the name of the prophet Muchamad and his beard Open your eyes and see where you live