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Lanetzach Bni

Forever My Son

by Eyal Golan

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yaldey tishmor al atzmecha mikol tzara -
My son, protect yourself from every trouble
birchov hair uvsimta tzara.
On the city street and in the narrow alley
hizaher min hamushchat min hamufkar
Beware of the corrupt and the lawless
umin halaana hametzupa sukar
And of the bitterness coated in sugar
hizaher yeladay mikol tzurot haresha -
Beware my son of all forms of evil
midevash davik betaam shel maror,
Of honey sticky with a taste of bitter herbs
mealimut umizirot hapesha,
Of violence and the arenas of crime
misinat chinam, mipiguey teror.
Of senseless hate, of acts of terror
hizaher mayim soer,
Beware the stormy waters
veoyev shemistaer,
And the enemy that charges
hashemer mikir boer,
Guard yourself from the burning wall
umin harechev hadoher,
And from the speeding car
shelanetzach beni,
Forever my son
shelanetzach beni,
Forever my son
shelanetzach beni,
Forever my son
rak tishamer.
Just keep yourself safe
hizaher min hakelala halo ketuva,
Beware of the unwritten curse
mishetach hahefker beshem haahava,
Of the wasteland in the name of love
al atzmecha tishmor ho yeled meohav,
Guard yourself, oh lovestruck child
mehavtachot hametzupot zahav.
From promises wrapped in gold
hizaher mehamemit vehapotzea,
Beware of what kills and wounds
ki hachayim teluyim al chut hasaara.
For life hangs by a thread of hair
gam ahuva itim tishlof kotzey,
Even a beloved at times will draw her thorns
al tesadek el mul mara shevura.
Do not crack before a broken mirror
hizaher mayim soer...
Beware the stormy waters...
tirchak yaldey min hazomem vehachote,
Stay away my son from the schemer and the sinner
mehakotzim umin haesev hashote,
From the thorns and the wayward weeds
mehaniktaf umin haetz haneekar,
From what is plucked and from the uprooted tree
vekach garbayim umil balayla kar.
And take socks and a coat on a cold night
al tikana kesheteabed gam perach,
Do not surrender when you also lose a flower
keshehaisha asher tohav ulay tivrach,
When the woman you love may perhaps run away
al telech baesh veal telech bakerach,
Do not walk through fire and do not walk on ice
ki gam ata yaldey, basof tifrach.
Because you too my son will blossom in the end
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