MECHAKEH (Rita) |
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Yom echad ze yikreh Bli shenargish, mashe'hu yishtane Mashe'hu yeraga banu, mashe'hu yiga banu Velo yihye mima lachshosh
Veze yavo kmo kav charut al kaf yad Ze yavo batu'ach be'atzmo Ke'ilu haya sham tamid vechika shenavchin bo
Veze yavo, ata tir'eh Hayadayim hakfutzot yit'archu Vehalev hashomer lo lehipaga yif'am beketzev ragil Ze yavo, kmo sheateva ragil Lihyot shalem im atzmo
Yom echad ze yikreh Bli shenargish, mashe'hu yishtaneh Mashe'hu yeraga banu, mashe'hu yiga banu Velo yihye mima lachshosh
Veze yavo kmo kav charut al kaf yad Ze yavo batu'ach be'atzmo Ke'ilu haya sham tamid vechika shenavchin bo Veze yavo, ata tir'eh Hayadayim hakfutzot yit'archu Vehalev hashomer lo lehipaga yif'am beketzev ragil Ze yavo, kmo sheateva ragil Lihyot shalem im atzmo, ata tir'eh
Hayadaim hakfutzot yit'archu....
Veze yavo, ata harey yode'a Lo hakol yetaltel otanu Lo hakol yakeh Uma sheyipatach lanu Mechakeh |
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WAITING |
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One day it will happen Without us feeling it, something will change Something in us will calm down, will touch us And there will be nothing to be scared off
It will come as a line carved on a palm of the hand It will be self assured Like it was always there and was waiting for us to notice it
And it will come, you will see The tightly closed hands will get longer And the heart which guards against getting hurt, will beat in a normal beat It will come, as nature is used to To be completed
One day it will happen Without us feeling it, something will change Something in us will calm down, will touch us And there will be nothing to be scared off
It will come as a line carved on a palm of the hand It will be self assured Like it was always there and was waiting for us to notice it And it will come, you will see The tightly closed hands will get longer And the heart which guards against getting hurt, will beat in a normal beat It will come, as nature is used to To be completed, you will see
The tightly closed hands will get longer...
And it will come, you know We will not be shaken by any thing Not every thing will hit And what will open for us Is waiting |
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