Avishai Cohen Trio - To the Bird | Текст песни

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Welcome upon your return sweet bird,
From the warm countries to my window -
How my soul longs to hear your pleasant voice
in winter when you leave my dwelling.

Sing, tell, dear bird,
From a land of wondrous distance,
are the troubles and suffering great
there too in the warm and beautiful land?

Do you bear me greetings from my brethren in Zion,
From my distant yet close brethren?
Oh happy ones! Do they know
That I suffer, ho suffer pain?

Do they know how plentiful my memories are here,
How may, so many rise against me?
Sing my bird, wonderous things from a land,
Where spring dwells for ever.

Do you bear me greetings from the song of the land,
From the vales, and tops of the mountains?
Has God had pity and has comforted Zion?
Or is it still abandoned to its graves?

And the valley of Sharon and the hill of the incense tree -
Do they exude their myrrh, and their perfume?
Has the grandfather woken in the woods
The sleeping, (dozing) Mount) Lebanon?

Does the dew descend as pearls on Mount Hermon?
Does it come down and fall like tears?
And how is the Jordan and its clear waters?
And how are the mountains, the hills?

My tears have dried up, all hope is fled
Yet there is no end to my grief,
Greetings upon your return, my dear bird,
Raise up your voice and shout!*

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