פשוט אנשים [Pashut Anashim] [English translation]

This is a story about such a nice man who was here

Walking amongst everyone, yet still so alone

All his life, he never asked for a thing, only smiled

And accepted with love any happenings upon him

No one knew from whence he came

Where does he go or what does he do

On a cold, rainy night in the city streets

No one heard the aching heart which screamed

In prayer and in tears that rose up to the heavens

And opened up the skies

The whole world exists and breathes and stands

Only thanks to people so innocent

Pure souls who only wish to give

To fix and to build, to light up the living

The world exists and breathes and stands

Only thanks to the simplest of people

People who are truly, really and truly

Simply people

The elders who remember told of that moment

In which he stood, and said to the world;

"I have nothing and I have everything in my life,

And it is too much, too much."

The cure for the world is to rejoice and also

Not to take offence to the heart

For everything passes by either way

There is a place for everyone in this world

You just need to let go, you don't need to rush

And remember to truly love everyone

The whole world exists and breathes and stands

Only thanks to people so innocent

Pure souls who only wish to give

To fix and to build, to light up the living

The world exists and breathes and stands

Only thanks to the simplest of people

People who are truly, really and truly

Simply people