ציפור זרה [Tsipor Zara] [English translation]

The yesterday gazes at your back

And you never forget

You always speak to what there was

Long are the roots of fear

You slowly pace around the world

And you are prickled by many thorns

Is it a rose or a thorn in your flesh

From which you are created?

Guard your soul from the abyss

And from the fearful height

Guard your soul from your despair

Do you hear

A soul and a dread, a soft tissue [or: a delicate fabric]

The little girl who couldn't sleep

The woman leans her head

A strange bird had passed in her dream

On the clarity of your skin, the day shines

Like an awaited touch

Now you are able to see yourself

Receiving a sign of grace

Guard your soul from the abyss...

A soul and a dread, a soft tissue [or: a delicate fabric]

The little girl who couldn't sleep

The woman leans her head

A strange bird had passed in her dream