באה מאהבה [Baa Meahava] [English translation]

The pace of her walk

The wrinkle in her dress

They're the ones to testify, they're the ones to say

That the flavor of love had stuck to her

Grass in her hair

And both of her eyes tell

That she comes from love

A trace of embarrassment

An enchantment in her smile

They're the ones to explain, they're the ones who'll give away her secret

That she comes from love

How beautiful she is

Light rests upon her face

And it shows

That she comes from love

A scent

A blooming field

And from her lips arises

A taste

Wants to taste again

To taste the flavor of love