WHO WILL REPLANT THE OLIVE TREE
WHERE ARE GONE THE PEOPLE I LOVED
WHO WIL STEPPED THE WAY TO HOME?
WHO WILL LOVED ME AT THE RYTHM OF THE SEASONS
ONE DAY, A WOMAN CRIYNG TALKED ME ABOUT A OLIVE TREE
Neither there, nor there low (I'M NOT SURE FOR THIS) I KNOW WHERE I COME FROM
I DONT KNOW WHERE I COME FROM
SHE TELL ME THAT SHE WILL SEE HER FATHER AGAIN IN SHABBAT
HE HASNT GOOD BREAD ANYMORE
JUST THE ONE HE BREAKS WITH HIS HANDS
SHALOM ALEKHEIM
ONE DAY MY FATHER SPOKE WITH MY MOTHER ABOUT A BEAUTIFUL OLIVE TREE
Neither there, nor there low IF I KNOW WHERE YOU COME FROM, I DONT KNOW WHERE I'M GOING TO
HE TOLD ME THAT HIS MOTHER
WORE HIM IN WHITE ON FRIDAY
THE CALL TO THE PRAYER
RESOUND IN ALL THE CITY
SALAM ALEIKUM
I WILL FOUND MY FAMILY
I WIL BUILD MY LIFE, ON WHAT SHE LEARN ME
I HAVE MY HOME , TO HE RYTHM OF THE SEASONS
DAD I WRITE SONGS
ALL MY MEMORIES HELP ME TO BECOME
IN ALL YOU DINT HAVE TIME TO BE
AND YOU AND MOM WILL REMAIN TO ME MY BEAUTIFUL OLIVE TREE