?מי אוהב [Mi Ohev?] [English translation]

Your words, my silences

The notes on the door

Your gaze

All the rest is just stones on the road

Your words, my silences

There's no place for "sort of"

I'm losing to you

Who loves? Who loves? Who [loves] more?

Folded in my pocket

is the letter that you sent me then

It keeps me safe, keeps me safe

from any traps of longing

I break down from within

A promise which you've already thrown

It saved me some air then

This clean [air], which belonged to you

Your words, my silences

The notes on the door

Your gaze

All the rest is just stones on the road

Your words, my silences

There's no place for "sort of"

I'm losing to you

Who loves? Who loves? Who [loves] more?

Spinning parts

Two wholes in a torn up page

Two halves of the same one

Beats of longing

I hate to say [this, but]

sometimes I forget

to thank for all that there is

And there is so much, truly

Your words, my silences

The notes on the door

Your gaze,

All the rest is just stones on the road

Your words, my silences

There's no place for "sort of"

I'm losing to you

Who loves? Who loves? Who [loves] more?

• Artist:Yuval Dayan