שיר של יום חולין [Shir shel yom chulin] [English translation]

If I have strings, they are being played while quivering

If I have a concern, it is almost exposed

If I have love, it would be said quietly

If I have roots, they become longer slowly

Do you see how suddenly I have a shiver?

The wind frequently changing its direction

We tried to leave, but I know

We are staying, year after year

In your rooms the sun is sketching

lines and strap of light on the walls

Every morning I'm collecting for you

Small objects, small joys of weekday

Are you responding, Are you answering me?

Maybe in your ear my tumults are being shouted too?

Maybe you are listening, maybe you're similar to me,

because suddenly I can see my face reflected when I look at yours

Are you responding, Are you answering me?

Are you responding, Are you answering me?

Maybe in your ear my tumults are being shouted too?

Maybe you are listening, maybe you're similar to me,

because suddenly I can see my face reflected when I look at yours

If I have strings, they are being played while quivering

If I have a concern, it is almost exposed

If I have love, it would be said quietly

If I have roots, they become longer slowly

This weekday is a day that has a kindness

And with its kindness those line are being written for you

Take may hand now, make me placated,

In a weekday like this our roads meets.