Harel Moyal - Shtikot

shetikot amukot baeynayim mabitot

Deep silences in eyes that gaze

meshauot, keyodot, o lo yodot

Crying out, as if knowing, or not knowing

beyntayim, boi nitkarev beyntayim

Meanwhile, come let us draw closer, meanwhile

shekarim ufredot basefatayim, roadot

Lies and farewells on trembling lips

mitkorvot kenogot, o lo nogot

Drawing near as if touching, or not touching

bisfatayich, az boi nitales beyntayim

Your lips, so come let us be close, meanwhile

keshebapardesim, adayin, reychot shel chag

When in the orchards, still, the scents of a holiday

vehayeladim holchu kevar lishon

And the children have already gone to sleep

az boi netze, mehateruf haze, hakar

So come let us step outside, from all this madness, the cold

neshev mitachat etz mukar

Let us sit beneath a familiar tree

shetikot amukot veyadayim melatefot

Deep silences and caressing hands

ayefut kefogot o lo pogot befanayich

Weary as if wounding, or not wounding your face

az boi nitahev beyntayim

So come let us fall in love, meanwhile

keshebapardesim, adayin, reychot shel chag

When in the orchards, still, the scents of a holiday

vehayeladim holchu kevar lishon

And the children have already gone to sleep

az boi netze, mehateruf haze, hakar

So come let us step outside, from all this madness, the cold

neshev mitachat etz

Let us sit beneath a tree

ani yodea shesalachta belav hachi

I know that you have forgiven anyway

az boi nitkarev achshav, isha yafe sheli

So come let us draw closer now, my beautiful woman

ani rotze rak shenohav, rotze shenaamin

I want only that we love, I want that we believe

kemo paam

Like before

keshebapardesim, adayin, reychot shel chag

When in the orchards, still, the scents of a holiday

vehayeladim holchu kevar lishon

And the children have already gone to sleep

az boi netze, mehateruf haze, hakar

So come let us step outside, from all this madness, the cold

neshev mitachat etz

Let us sit beneath a tree

boi netze mehateruf hakar haze

Come let us step outside from all this cold madness

beerev mechushaf kaze

On an enchanted evening like this

Shtikot

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