מים מתוקים [Mayim Metukim] [English translation]

My love is like a desert land

doesn't give herself easily, if at all

To my performances she is no audience

Even though she wants me already

She turns down (reject) all manners of a wooer

It is actually (specialy) then, that I love her more

My love is like a desert land

She has a shiny and purity cleanliness

that if I'm a bit dirty

Even though she already wants me

She won"t let me get near, she won't accede

It is actually (specialy) then, that I love her more

She doesn't like it when I talk

She says I'm lying,

even in silence (when I'm silent)

As if I'm not worth

even a spit

She certainly doesn't forget

And still, doesn't forgive

For long long days

She would have left a long time ago

If she hadn't thought

That she would find fresh (sweet?) water in me.

My love is like a desert land

pricks like flint, stings like a scorpion

penetrates the bone like a cold East wind

Even though she already wants me

She dries me out to see if I'd stay

It is actually (specialy) then, that I love her more

It is actually (specialy) then, that I love her more

It is actually (specialy) then, that I love her more.