עטור מצחך [Atur Mitzchech] [English translation]

Adorned is your forehead with black gold

(I can't remember if it was written in a song)

Your forehead rhymes with eyes and light

(I can't remember if it was rhymed in a song)

But for whoever you'll be - His life is filled with song

Your pink robe is fluffy and soft

You always wrap yourself in it before night

I wouldn't want to be your brother

Not a monk praying to the image of an angel

And see grim dreams of sanctity

And in front of him - you, a woman...

You

like

to be

Sad and silent

To listen to a story

about a something close, something far,

And I,

that not once I'll be watching you silently,

no sound or words

Forgetting everything about other people.

My soul resides

within the walls of your home

(Captive)

Captive between your walls,

set apart from me,

As I in my body apart from you.

Stretched out is my dream as a rug to your feet,

Pace, beloved on its flowers of your paces

Wear your pink robe before night,

In a short while I will come to you.

And your black gold adorned forehead

will come close to my lips like a rhyme to a song,

when I whisper to your ear till the morning, till dawn

like a drunk man...

Adorned is your forehead with black gold

Adorned is your forehead with black gold

(I can't remember if it was written in a song)

Your forehead rhymes with eyes and light

(I can't remember if it was rhymed in a song)

But for whoever you'll be - His life is filled with song