Lo or kochav Ata achshav Iti iti, keilo amiti Kmo az mizman Nafshi meyahala Litfilot ha-lev ha-ham
Lo or kochav Iti iti, keilo amiti Kmo az mizman
My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers
It's hard, it's hard when a longing in front of the moon Is here for a while and than escapes, the crying is chasing after it It's hard, it's hard when a longing in front of the moon Is here for a while and then escapes, the crying is chasing after it Sometimes the wind brings a good, familiar smell Strokes now, listening To you singing
Not a starlight You are now With me, with me, as if real Like back then
Come along, come along See the fire in your eyes And you come with me, with me Sometimes the wind brings a good, familiar smell Melatef akhshav shome'a
Not a starlight You are now With me, with me, as if real Like back then
My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers
Not a starlight With me, with me, as if real Like back then