AL HADERECH ETZ OMED
SHIR AL ETZ
Al haderech etz omed tzamarto tashu'ach ,
Azavuhu tziporav le'anchot haru'ach.
El darom uma'arav ve'ulai mizrachah,
Rak haru'ach telatef tzamarto sheshachah.
El imi ani omer: na hak'shivi/shim'i li, ima,
Af ani tzipor ehye vechanaf arimah.
El ha'etz a'ufah li, lo anod mimenu,
Atzayetz lo shir aliz va'anachamehu."
Yam tari tari - tari tari,
Tari tari tari - tari tari tar. X2
Az imi mochah/bochah dim'ah: "ben yakir haben li,
Al ta'uf levad bakor shema titz'tanen li"
"Al tiv'ki, imi, chaval al me'or einaich
Kach vachach ehyeh tzipor ve'efros knafaim"
Sachah ima uvochah: "Itzik, otzari li
Lefachot kach beged cham shetihyeh bari li.
Ardalaim shetin'al, k'shor tza'if al oref -
Oya li ve'alelai, ko kasheh hachoref."
Yam tari...
"Gufiyah chamah til'bash, al na titparche'ach,
O chalilah bein metim tavo lehitare'ach"
Kamah li kasheh achshav, ech kanaf arimah?
Mah kalah hi hatzipor, mah kaved lev ima.
Az be'etzev achayech, ima, el einaich
Lo nat'nah ahavatech li lif'ros k'nafaim.
Al haderech etz omed, tzamarto tashu'ach
Azavuhu tziporav le'anchot haru'ach .
Yam tari...
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ON THE ROAD A TREE STANDS
SONG ABOUT A TREE
There is a tree on the road with a bent top
the birds have flown for the cries of the wind.
To south and west and maybe east ,
only the wind strikes the bent top.
I tell my mother: Listen, mum,
I will be a bird, and lift my wings
I will fly to the tree, not somewhere on my own
I will sing a happy song for him, and console him
Yam tari tari - tari tari,
tari tari tari - tari tari tar. x2
Mother cries a tear: My dear son,
Don't you fly alone in the cold, you may get lost (?)"
Mother, don't cry, it's a shame on your eyes
And anyhow, I'll be a bird, and spread my wings.
Mother sighs and cries: "My Itzak, my darling,
Wear at least a warm cloth, so you don't catch a cold.
Put this shawl on, a good hat on your head -
Oh me o my, how difficult is the winter"
Yam tari......
"Also take this warm singlet, don't wander around,
And for God's sake, don't visit the dead"
I feel heavy now, how shall I lift my wings?
It's so easy for the bird, but so difficult for the mother.
Then, for the sorrow and the pain in your eyes, mother,
Your love disabled me, forbad me to spread my wings.
There is a tree on the road with a bent top
the birds have flown for the cries of the wind.
Yam tari...
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