Brivele [English translation]
Brivele [English translation]
Entirely broken, bitter and depressed
He cannot calm down, takes no comfort from anyone
His scribe is far from this world
The king longs for his extraordinary talent
Oh how beautiful were his letters
Written for me every night, from the depths of my heart
The letters in memory will stay with me forever
The way he wrote nobody will ever be able to write
One servant in the palace has an idea that pleases him
He knows all the letters where they are hidden
He takes from the archives all the old letters
And runs to the king, "see what I have found"
He sits down and picks up his letters
The king remembers and weeps
The letters and memories abound, and trials he passed
The heart the soul which only I understand
Read me the heartfelt letters, read
It reminds me of the voice of the writer himself
The lines, the songs
It takes me back
And every time you read me the letters
I am full of mercy
Read me the heartfelt letters, read
Your heart, your prayer, by this I will understand
The leaflets, wet pages
It opens every door
Because every time you read the letters
I weep with you
Letter, oh letter
As if he is speaking himself
Letter, oh letter
And in every situation and circumstance
It is only in this way that one can reach the King
A scribe the King once had
David ben Yishai, pleasant singer of Yisrael
As he wrote no one can know
With longing and love, violin in hand
In the most difficult situations written in life
"G-d how great are my difficulties, many have risen against me"
I praise and thank Hashem my G-d
"What will I return to G-d for all the reward given to me"
David is no longer here but we remain
The heartfelt letters he wrote to the King
We look at the writings and our situation and read over
All the troubles David is going through
Although the poems David composed were personal
The letters will awaken the Heavens
The Creator cries, hears us cry out a prayer of David
This is his greatest passion, his greatest glory
Read Me the heartfelt letters, read
It remind Me of the voice of David himself
The lines, the songs
It takes me back
And every time you read Me the letters
I am full of mercy
Read me the heartfelt letters, read
Your heart, your prayer, by this I will understand
The leaflets, wet pages
It opens every door
Because every time you read the letters
I weep with you
Tehillim, Tehillim
As if David is speaking himself
Tehillim, whenever a Jew wants to act
It is only in this way that one can reach the King
- Artist:Motty Steinmetz
- Album:Haneshama Bekirbi