הצריף הקטן [Hatzrif Hakatan] [English translation]

Do you know the rundown shack

That stands on the shore so alone?

Can you tell me, friends, the reason

It stands so sad and deserted?

For years no one has set foot inside,

Only seagulls gather inside from a storm,

But they say a long time ago, in the little shack,

Lived a sailor, and with him, a girl.

They lived in joy and happiness,

The moon lit their nights,

And the sun shone on the girl and sailor

Until the sea called him again.

He told her: Put up a candle every evening

And place it in the window,

And when I return, and see the light

I'll know: You're in the little shack!

He sailed in the ship to the horizon

The girl waited endlessly;

And in the lonely shack, as evening would descend

A small candle sparkled in the window.

Thus the years passed in expectation

Until one rainly, stormy night

The girl fell asleep, the candle by her side -

And the wind extinguished the flame!

That same night a ship approached

On it, the sailor stood:

In vain he looked,

For there was no light there in the shack

He returned to the sea, and left.

Some say, he found another;

Some say, he drowned in the depths;

The girl on the shore still waited, and finally

Expired like the candle that went out.

And since then the rundown shack is empty,

Only seagulls within it cry out in sorrow;

But on a stormy night, when the wind is cold,

The light of a candle flickers in the window...