繁體化 簡體化
樹的歌
編舞: Yaakov Mariyoma 1983
作詞: Naomi Shemer
作曲: Shmuel Fischer
歌手: Chava Alberstein
歌詞
There is a tree on the road with a bent top
The birds have flewn for the cries of the wind
To south, west and east
Only the wind strikes the bent top.
I tell my mother: Listen, mum,
I will be a bird, and lift my wings
I will fly to the tree, not somewhere on my own
I will sing a happy song for him, and console him
Yam tari tari - tari tari, tari tari tari - tari tari tar. x2
Mother cries a tear: My dear son,
Don't you fly alone in the cold, you may get lost (?)"
Mother, don't cry, it's a shame on your eyes
And anyhow, I'll be a bird, and spread my wings.
Mother sighs and cries: "My Itzak, my darling,
Wear at least a warm cloth, so you don't catch a cold.
Put this shawl on, a good hat on your head -
Oh me o my, how difficult is the winter" Yam tari......
"Also take this warm singlet, don't wander around,
And for God's sake, don't visit the dead"
I feel heavy now, how shall I lift my wings?
It's so easy for the bird, but so difficult for the mother.
Then, for the sorrow and the pain in your eyes, mother,
Your love disabled me, forbad me to spread my wings.
On the road...Yam tari...
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