Chofim Hem Lifamim
Chofim hem lif'amim ga'agu'im lenachal.
Ra'iti pa'am chof
shenachal azavo
Im lev shavur shel chol va'even.
Veha'adam, veha'adam
Hu lif'amim gam ken yachol lehisha'er
Natush uvli kochot, mamash k'mo chof.
Gam hatz'dafim,
k'mo chofim, k'mo haru'ach
Gam hatz'dafim hem lif'amim ga'agu'im
Levayit shetamid ahavnu.
Asher hayah verak hayam
Shar levado sham et shirav.
Kach bein tzid'fei libo shel ha'adam,
sharim lo ne'urav.
Maya Buskila verse:
Ten li t'akoach
et halev shuv lifto'ach
lekabel lo livro'ach
lo lif'chod
ve'af pa'am lo lishko'ach t'aderech
ta'amin lo be'erech
velitz'od baderech shuv k'mo melech
vetamid lehitzamed el hatikvah
k'mo ru'ach, mit'halech kol kach batu'ach
lo uchal lishko'ach, lo livro'ach
velalechet hal'ah k'mo kulam
Chofim hem lif'amim...
Sometimes They Fly
Sometimes they fly like a river.
I once saw a wave
that left the shore
with a heart broken of sand and stone.
And the man, and the man
sometimes he can also remain
abandoned and powerless, just like a wave.
Also the waves,
like the flying, like the wind
Also the waves sometimes fly like a river.
We always loved it.
What was and only the sea
sang alone there its songs.
So between the sides of a man's heart,
songs that never wake up.
Maya Buskila verse:
Give me the strength
for the heart to open again
to receive, not to run away,
not to be afraid
and even once not to forget the path.
Believe me, it’s worth it
and to walk on the path again like a king
and always to cling to hope
like a spirit, walking so confidently
I can’t forget, I won’t run away
and walk ahead like everyone else.
Sometimes they fly...