כתם הפרי [Ketem HaPri] [English translation]

Fruit stain, they dream in white

about the secrets of life and the apple tree

but in her eyes she is different than all of them

her clothes are leaves that fly with the wind

Fruit stain, how our days pass by

from harvest to harvest they taste the apple

and she ripens over time

the wind caresses her velvet skin

Hey Plato, she is the most beautiful of women

on a rocky land

like a desert flower

still waits for a familiar visitor

a fruit stain on his clothes

she thinks of him.

Fruit stain, they built their home

and she ripened, rotted like an apple

on her velvet skin she dresses in white

almost sure that he passed with the wind

Hey Plato, she is already one thousand years

on a rocky land

like a desert flower

still waits for a familiar visitor

a fruit stain on his clothes

she still thinks of him.