Shuv haeder noher
Bimvo'ot hakfar
Veolech haavak
Mishvilei-afar

Veharchek od tsemed inbalim
Melave et meshech batslalim

Erev ba, erev ba.....

Shuv haruach lochesh
Bein gidrot ganim
Uvtsameret habrosh
Kvar namot yonim

Veharchek al ketef hagvaot
Od noshkot, karnaim achronot
Erev ba, erev ba...

Shuv havered cholem
Chalomot balat
Uforchim kochavim
Bamaron at at

Veharchek, baemek haafel
Melave hatar et bo baleil
Layil rad, layil rad...

Again the flocks wander
along the village street
and the dust rises
from sandy paths.

And far away the bells
merge with the gathering shadows.

Evening falls, evening falls.

Again the wind whispers
amongst the garden fences
and from the tops of the cypress
the doves coo

And in the distance
the last rays of the sun caress the hilltops
Evening falls, evening falls.

Again the rose dreams
languorous dreams
and gradually on high
the stars begin to twinkle

And afar in the dark valley
the jackal accompanies the approach of night.
Night falls, night falls.

Words sent in by Henry Lederfeind of Sao Paulo, Brazil.