AHAVA BAT ESRIM
La Chanson des Vieux Amants
Yad'anu esh, yad'anu ra'am ve'ahavah bat esrim Barachnu zeh mizo lo pa'am aval hayinu chozrim Vecheder zeh odo shomer zichron yamim yafim yoter ik'vot sufah asher barchah lah kan pa'am shum davar eino domeh le'asher avar, le'asher chomek le'asher holech itanu hal'ah
Yafah sheli at yechidah um'chushafah sheli me'or hashachar ad levo leili ohev otach, ohev adayin (x2)
Ani makir(ah) et kishufayich et hash'karim, et hasodot tzarich tamid lif'koach ayin lehishamer mimalkodot uvaleilot hachi karim hayu vadai gam acherim she'et gufech hishvi'u nachat hen ach'rei kichlot hakol hayah li kisharon gadol lehizdaken itach beyachad
Yafah sheli at yechidah um'chushafah sheli me'or hashachar ad levo leili ohev otach, ohev adayin (x2)
Hazman shir aval menagen od vehayamim ko'avim vehachof'shim arukim ach'rei malkodet mesukenet keshalvatam shel ohavim im at rotzah liv'kot libi achshav nikra pachot yesh bi s'birot achshav lalechet zeh kav hag'vul - mikan ad kan ki hamis'chak hu mesukan hamilchamah berochnim'shechet
Yafah sheli at yechidah um'chushafah sheli me'or hashachar ad levo leili ohev otach, ohev adayin
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TWENTY YEAR OLD LOVE
The Song of Old Lovers
Of course we've had our storms, a twenty-year love, that's love full strength! A thousand times you picked up your suitcase, a thousand times I flapped my wings and every piece of furniture remembers, in this room without a cradle, the outbursts of the old hurricanes, nothing looked liked nothing anymore, you might have lost the taste for water and I the taste for conquests!
But my love, my sweet, my tender, my marvelous love, from the clear dawn to the end of day, I love you still, you know, I love you! (x2)
I know all your magic spells, you know all my magic tricks, you have kept me in trap after trap, I lost you from time to time. Of course, you took a few lovers, one must pass the time, needs be, the body must exult! And in the end, in the end we needed a lot of talent to grow old and not become adult.
Oh, my love, my sweet, my tender, my marvelous love, from the clear dawn to the end of day, I love you still, you know, I love you! (x2)
And the more time is our escort, the more time is our torment. But is not the worst trap of all for lovers to live in peace? Of course, you cry a bit less soon, I tear up a bit less fast, we protect less our mysteries, we leave less to chance, we mistrust the course of water, but it still remains - the tender war!
Oh, my love, my sweet, my tender, my marvelous love, from the clear dawn to the end of day, I love you still, you know, I love you!
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