את שקט [At Sheket] [English translation]

Happy, to control myself towards you

A voiceless wind at night, writing

Until I am what I am

That loves you

At the point within which beauty begins

You are silence, you are silence

Watering myself with knowledge

Quenching the thirst of the root, deeply

An old book from the olden days

Letters, black, white

Until I am what I am

That loves you

At the point within which beauty begins

You are silence, you are silence

At the point within which beauty begins

Mother would be talking on the phone

And drawing pictures with a pen on paper

Father would be shirtless working in the garden

I would open the fridge

Take a look, and close