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Shir Hatenuah

The Movement Song

by Shlomo Artzi

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uvitnua hevanu sheelohim bar mazal
And in the youth movement we understood that God is lucky
mi sheala ala mi shetzanach kemo zilzel
Whoever rose rose, whoever fell like a twig
leyad gader melea kotzim
Beside a fence full of thorns
hayinu az mitlotztzim
We used to joke then
sheyom yavo venigdal
That a day would come and we would grow up
veechad yihye banay o rav chovel
And one would be a builder or a captain
o ashmeday
Or Ashmadai
ach lo yadanu shenirtze keshenigdal
But we didn't know that when we grew up we'd want
lehishaer yeladim vachaval
To stay children, what a pity
echad ala ale echad
One rose, one rose, one
tzanach kemo zilzel
Fell like a twig
otah tenua sharnu shirim
In that same movement we sang songs
al elohim
Of God
shehu yodea umevin eych metim
That he knows and understands how we die
veeych borim
And how we are created
leyad gader melea kotzim
Beside a fence full of thorns
hayinu az mitlotztzim
We used to joke then
sheyom yavo venigdal veechad
That a day would come and we would grow up and one
yomar zochrim
Would say, remember
betach zochrim eyze shirim
Surely we remember what songs
ach lo yadanu shenirtze keshenigdal
But we didn't know that when we grew up we'd want
lehishaer yeladim vachaval
To stay children, what a pity
echad ala ale echad
One rose, one rose, one
tzanach kemo zilzel
Fell like a twig
otah tenua hayinu markivim
In that same movement we used to mount
al haofanayim
On our bicycles
rotze sibuv rak tagidi o
Want a ride, just say so or
asi li zug eynayim
Give me a look with your eyes
al gader melea kotzim
On a fence full of thorns
hitchabaknu merutzim
We embraced, content
beyashvanim koavim hayinu mitrotztzim
With aching bottoms we ran about
lachursha lacharot balev al haetzim
To the grove to carve in the heart on the trees
ach lo yadanu shenirtze keshenigdal
But we didn't know that when we grew up we'd want
lehishaer yeladim vachaval
To stay children, what a pity
echad ala ale echad
One rose, one rose, one
tzanach kemo zilzel
Fell like a twig
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