Even if you shall commit to your ideas all the way
Even if I shall open up my closed-heart, I shall surrender to you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
Even if you shall delve into my room
Even if you shall investigate my writings for nights
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
There was a dove in the covert of the cliff crying for you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
Even if I shall spread out my heart for you
Even if I shall compare you from sunrise to sunset
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
There was a hidden dove crying for you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
And when the walls of the Beth Midrash came down over my head
I would run to the field
Light on my feet
Amongst the grass I would bend and sing songs of
a deer upon water
If anyone shall see my Malkuth
Dancing in a field of thorns
Let It know that...
I have not given up
Oh, my Malkuth, Malkhuth the ‘Orifice’
Even if I shall slay the neck of my violin
Even if, blood-soaked,
my song shall erupt
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
There was a dove in the covert of the cliff crying for you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
And when the walls of the Beth Midrash came down over my head
I would run to the field
Light on my feet
Amongst the grass I would bend and sing songs of
a deer upon water
If anyone shall see my Malkuth
Dancing among clouds
Let It know that...
I have not given up
I shall wait my entire life
Even if you shall commit to your ideas all the way
Even if I shall open up my closed-heart, I shall surrender to you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how