גרה מול המים [Gara Mul Hamayim] [English translation]

I live in front of the water

in between fields and in between sand

Above me is the sky

and in front a blue sea

Sometimes you live here

sometimes you're dead

Sometimes imagination here

already looks like truth

There are nights containing a moon

in this east

There are days that scream

The pain in the chest

I live in front of the water

and the horizon is far

and the sky is tall

and the sea is deep

The beauty here has a flavor

of war footsteps

Here grow weeds of fury

in between flowers of consolation

Here the lips know

how to smile for a while

Here the eyes cry

years already by themselves

I live in front of the water

and scenes from the long ago

tell me meanwhile

how they turned to dust

Here you will find in every rock

also remains of dreams

Here [we] carry the suffering

in a basket of joys

Here we drink the grief

in goblets of love

Here we sing storm songs

in between prayers of Ashkava