בלדה לאביב הבוכה [Balada LAviv HaBoche] [English translation]

On a mountain, my soul

the gloom of winter will pass

Like a bell, the narrow bridge

that is between yesterday and tomorrow

The evening glides and floats

My home isn't far

you also travel from here

My longing for you i will draw

because i don't have the strength to talk

We will meet during the flowering in a beloved land

because you are a foreigner in the land of darkness

The sound of your torn string

for his distant voice i will long

The candle of the night shines in its insanity

and the smell of spring is like a planted tree

My home isn't far

you also travel from here

My longing for you i will draw

because i don't have the strength to talk

We will meet during the flowering in a beloved land

because you are a foreigner in the land of darkness

• Artist:Mark Eliyahu