מתנות קטנות [Matanot Ktanot] [English translation]

It's another Friday, breathing in the air

Light and shadow are playing catch again

The table is set, childhood pictures on the wall

White convoys coming back from the synagogue

And this smell that scratches my heart

Creeps up creeps up and opens doors

To a small joy, to that same old song

That passes in our family for generations

Little gifts

Someone sent me little gifts

Fragments of intention, circles of faith

Little gifts

Like the power to accept what is and what isn't

What more can you ask for?

It's another Friday, balcony and a newspaper

The sun, like the worries, slowly disappears

Simple melodies get in through the window

And no storm will hide the silence here

Little gifts

Someone sent me little gifts

Fragments of intention, circles of faith

Little gifts

Like the power to accept what is and what isn't

What more can you ask for?

*For You chose us

And sanctified us

Blessed are You, Adonai

Sanctifier of the Shabbat

And this smell that burns my heart

Creeps up creeps up and opens doors

To a small joy, to that same old song

That passes in our family for generations

Little gifts

Someone sent me little gifts

Fragments of intention, circles of faith

Little gifts

Someone sent me little gifts

Like the power to accept what is and what isn't

What more can you ask for?

Little gifts