Song Title:  Zer Shel Narkisim

The poplar trees sing you a song on the road.

The poplar trees were tall, very tall.

And all our longings for you were in vain

And for the train of your dress,
which set fire to the grass.

In the endless dust, the autumn rises, red.

The leaves fall like golden coins. [dinars].

And only love returns here in the fall.

The trains have gone and the track is empty,

And you are like a lost doe on the path.

Your sixteen years are [like] a wreath

  of narcissus,

Which drank from the dew of the blue evening.

In the endless dust ...

The storks fly out from the ponds,

The storks spread their Shabbat wings.

And only the song enchanted with your

  sixteen years

Remains here and remembers autumn