מישהו הולך תמיד איתי [Mishehu Holech Tamid Iti] [English translation]

There were hot days, days of drought,

My face has dried like a crack in the ground

My field has withered, and nothing was left to harvest,

I asked, I whispered, what for?

The winter stroke me again, as cold as a sword,

And the look was so inclement in both of my eyes,

And from the fissures of the windows the sorrow is seemed

I asked, I whispered, till when?

But close to the evening,

With an evening wind,

A leaf falls on the roof of my house,

I know,

I hear here,

Someone is always walking with me,

But close to the evening,

With an evening wind,

A leaf falls on the roof of my house,

I know,

I hear here,

Someone is always walking with me.

I remember my loneliness yelling,

I'll enfold my face with my two palms of hands,

I handed out my sorrow with a loaf of bread,

I asked, is it? And if it's worth it.

I will carry my prayer like this forward, forward,

My lips still whisper out of poverty,

I know something's up there,

I see a lantern in my window.

But close to the evening,

With an evening wind,

A leaf falls on the roof of my house,

I know,

I hear here,

Someone is always walking with me,

But close to the evening,

With an evening wind,

A leaf falls on the roof of my house,

I know,

I hear here,

Someone is always walking with me.

• Artist:Ofra Haza