Kol hanashim hameduka'ot,
shfutot al hasirim
Shomot milim meyuva'ot,
mimekorot zarim
Bu'ot sabon ba'arutzim,
osot lahen livkot
Besof maslul hamerutzim,
lema hein mechakot
Chorus
Ahava, eifo at ahavati,
eifo at ahuvati
Ho ahava hiveret
Ahava, eifo at ahavati,
eifo at ahuvati
Matai tir'i oti
Nashim yafot nashim
yafot,
ma mabatan nimlat
Kmo hamilim hanirdafot,
ein lo motzot miklat
Umesirot havak safek,
bimchi matlit kala
Shelo yavo lehitdapek,
im simanei hashe'eila
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All the depressed women
judged by the pots
listening to the incoming words
from foreign sources
Soap bubbles and skin lines,
that make them cry
in the end of the race track,
what are they waiting for?
Chorus
Love, where are you my love,
where are you my lover,
Oh, blind love Love,
where are you my love,
where are you my lover,
When will you see me
Pretty women, pretty women,
how their looks escape
like the synonymous words,
they don't find a safehouse
and from dustpans, doubt,
in a light smack of dustrag
that won't come and keep knocking,
with question marks. |