In the tongue of King David,
I live and speak,
and read stories to a child,
yes, always from right to left.

In hebrew, there are plenty of words,
to say almost everything,
In it there's plug and socket,
but there's no Hebrew word for tact.

I get excited in Hebrew from a flower,
and say my prayers in Hebrew
I get angry in Hebrew in a second,
and I say a curse in Hebrew.

Chorus:
I think and I write,
in Hebrew, without difficulty,
and love to love you,
in Hebrew, alone.
It's a wonderful language,
I won't have any other,
but, at night, at night,
I dream still in Spanish.

I keep faithful to you in Hebrew
and in Hebrew close the blinds,
good night I tell you in Hebrew,
and even count sheep in Hebrew.

Hebrew gets changed constantly,
it started with the ten commandments
I live in a hurrying language
and it seems I'll die in Hebrew.

Chorus x 4