Åh, så fin den är i sin nya skepnad: mer stråkar, mer wailande, mer framträdande trumslag. Love it. Texten är ju dessutom väldigt fin!
Milim |
Words |
| Shuv ha’etzev kan, shuv hapakhad kan | The sadness is here again, the fear is here again |
| Vehasof nirkam bekhaloni | And the end embroidered in my window |
| Zgugit sduka veshuv shtika | Cracked glass panel and silence again |
| Muteshet uzruka bedimyoni | Weary and discarded in my imagination |
| Haor nirdam, dmaot shel dam sorfot li bagaron | The light fell asleep, tears of blood scorch my throat |
| Yadit sruta, tikra shmuta | Scratched handle, sloping ceiling |
| Kshe’ani shar lakh et hashir haakharon | When I sing to you the last song |
| Hish’art li rak milim, miklat bein hatzlalim | You left me only words, shelter between the shadows |
| Sfarim mesudarim, uvein hakhadarim | Tidy books, and between the rooms |
| Hish’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim | You left me only words, wreath of locks |
| Elohim, hish’art li rak milim | Oh God, you left me only words |
| Kirot shotkim akhshav uma lakakht keshebarakht? | Walls are silent now, and what have you taken when you run away? |
| Ken, ma lakakht? Bamilkhama hazot ulay nitzakht | Yes, what have you taken? In this war you might have won |
| Uma nish’ar li kshe’alakht? | And what I was left with when you went away? |
| Hish’art li rak milim, miklat bein hatzlalim | You left me only words, shelter between the shadows |
| Sfarim mesudarim, uvein hakhadarim | Tidy books, and between the rooms |
| Hish’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim | You left me only words, wreath of locks |
| Elohim, hish’art li rak milim | Oh God, you left me only words |
| Hish’art li rak milim, miklat bein hatzlalim | You left me only words, shelter between the shadows |
| Sfarim mesudarim, uvein hakhadarim | Tidy books, and between the rooms |
| Hish’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim | You left me only words, wreath of locks |
| Elohim, hish’art li rak milim | Oh God, you left me only words |
| Gam lakerakh kar, ksheani nizkar | And even the ice feels cold, when I remember |
| Ekh at hayom mulo, mueret betzilo | How today you’re in front of him, lighted in his shade |
| Nishberet bishvilo, et hamilim shehish’art li | Breaks down for him, the words you’ve left me |
| At akhshav omeret lo | You’re now telling him |
| Hish’art li rak milim, miklat bein hatzlalim | You left me only words, shelter between the shadows |
| Sfarim mesudarim, uvein hakhadarim | Tidy books, and between the rooms |
| Hish’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim | You left me only words, wreath of locks |
| Elohim, hish’art li rak milim | Oh God, you left me only words |
| Sfarim mesudarim, uvein hakhadarim | Tidy books, and between the rooms |
| Hish’art li rak milim, zer shel man’ulim | You left me only words, wreath of locks |
| Elohim, hish’art li rak milim | Oh God, you left me only words |
Text från världens bästa Diggiloo Thrush.
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