צל עץ תמר [Tzel Etz Tamar] [English translation]

The shadow of a palm tree and the light of the moon

And the melody of the violin will charm the heart.

The sound, rising, trembles, explodes,

Pain pours out from the strings.

Play, violin, play your songs!

How much darkness and silence there are around!

Your melodies will make me forget my suffering.

Play! Please, play!

How sweet is the dream under the sound of your notes!

Play! Please, play!

Listen, moon, to my voice there on high!

Oh, why, why

Did you charm me with your tongue,

Conquer my heart and left me

Loving, hurt and suffering?!

The violin fell silent, the moon hid itself,

And in the silence the echo of the melody is still heard.

For what, why, God knows,

Why is the world cruel and evil?

From the fog of the past will appear

Beloved image, the outlines of a familiar face,

The violin will play the gift of such sweet memories.

Play! Please, play!

How sweet is the dream under the sound of your notes!

Play! Please, play!

Listen, moon, my voice there on high!

Oh, why, why

Did you charm me with your tongue,

Conquer my heart and left me

Loving, hurt and suffering?!