חלון לים התיכון [Chalon LaYam HaTichón] [English translation]

Lyrics: Yaakov Gil'ad

Melody: Yehuda Poliker

I promised to write to you when I departed

Yet I haven't corresponded with you for a while now

Right now I am missing you terribly

It's a shame, a shame that you're not here.

As soon as I arrived in Jaffa

Hopes were borne out of frustration

I found a room and a half for myself

On the rooftops of an abandoned house.

There is a Murphy bed in here,

If the three of us want to sleep.

You, me and the child

By a window to the Mediterranean sea.

...And perhaps, far away, there lies a chance of 1 out of a million

...And perhaps, far away, some sort of happiness is sneaking into the window.

The year is 1950, end of December

Outside there is a war of spirits

The snow came here suddenly

White reminds me of lost things.

The wound is still open,

If only you were with me right now

I would sure be telling you

What a letter cannot simply tell.

Here, if you want you can come home,

And myself, o, you'll have plenty of it

Laughter of children in the evenings

By a window to the Mediterranean sea.

...And perhaps, far away, there lies a chance of 1 out of a million

...And perhaps, far away, some sort of happiness is sneaking into the window.