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arba arbaim pakachti eynayim
Four forty, I opened my eyes
hakayitz hashana hakayitz nirdamim
Summer this year, summer, we fall asleep
hatik aruz meetmol nishan al hakir
The bag packed since yesterday leans against the wall
pitom nidme sheeyn bo makom lehachil
Suddenly it seems there's no room to hold everything in
hachama matchila laalot
The sun begins to rise
mesamenet li derech
Marking the way for me
kevish tishim adayin domem, reyk meanashim
Highway ninety still silent, empty of people
hashir shel ehud bekoley kolot mitnagen lo barechev
Ehud's song plays out loud in the car
hu omer shehashevil haze mikan matchil...
It says the path from here begins right here...
hanofim hapetuchim megalim li shamayim
The open landscapes reveal skies for me
al rosho shel habantel al kontera mashkif
Looking out from the peak of Hermon's summit
mikan hachalomot meirim li adayin
From here my dreams still shine for me
ani zamar medurot
I am a singer of campfires
shar et sheal libi
Singing what's on my heart
hachama matchila laalot
The sun begins to rise
mesamenet li derech
Marking the way for me
mistakel al hashaon
I look at the clock
mechaven et atzmi
I orient myself
hadevarim haberurim shel etmol
The clear things of yesterday
hayom reykim li mitochen
Today feel empty of meaning
ani kan, ani sham, achshav ani chofshi
I am here, I am there, now I am free
hanofim hapetuchim megalim li shamayim
The open landscapes reveal skies for me
al rosho shel habantel al kontera mashkif
Looking out from the peak of Hermon's summit
mikan hachalomot meirim li adayin
From here my dreams still shine for me
nimas li lichyot beyn avar leatid
I've grown tired of living between past and future
eych pitom hazeman nishpach mikapot hayadayim
How suddenly time pours from the palms of my hands
nasati latzafon lehizacher mi ani
I drove north to remember who I am
achshav kevar eyn li safek
Now I have no doubt
ze barur li mimayim
It is clear to me as water
ani zamar medurot
I am a singer of campfires
shar et sheal libi
Singing what's on my heart
eych pitom hazeman nishpach mikapot hayadayim
How suddenly time pours from the palms of my hands
ani zamar medurot
I am a singer of campfires
shar et sheal libi
Singing what's on my heart
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