Avishai Cohen
El Hatzipor
Welcome upon your return sweet bird,From the warm countries to my window -How my soul longs to hear your pleasant voicein winter when you leave my dwelling.Sing, tell, dear bird,From a land of wondrous distance,are the troubles and suffering greatthere too in the warm and beautiful land?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?And my brothers that are workingAnd planting with tears will takeThe harvest with JoyMy tears have dried up, all hope is fledYet there is no end to my grief,Greetings upon your return, my dear bird,Raise up your voice and sing!
From Letras Mania