HaLev HaShavur
Ze batuakh she-lo tavo’i
She-lo tavo’i kmo tamid
Aval khikiti ve-khikiti
Kmo tamid bli atid
Ha-or ala ve-gam yarad po
Kmo ha-dam etzli ba-lev
Aval atzuv ekhad nish’ar po
Ze ani she-od ohev

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Ze batuakh she-lo tavo’i
Halo et ze amart etmol
Aval ani rak lakh khikiti
Ve-kmo tamid akhalti khol
Ha-kol ala etzli akharey ze
Ha-mekhir, ha-shvitz ve-ha-taltal
U-ma nish’ar akhshav mi-kol ze?
Atzuv ekhad dai mevulbal

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Pinat ha-rekhov bokha kamoni
Be-tokh ashan mekhoniyot
Eikh halakht ve-akhareyikh
Milkhamah shel ashlayot
Ze batuakh she-lo tavo’i
Ze batuakh kmo tamid
Kmo tamid shelakh khikiti
Shelakh khikiti kmo atid

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah ve-hu gamur

Akh ha-lev ha-shavur
Od makah

The Broken Heart
It’s certain you won’t come,
that you won’t come, as always.
But I waited and waited,
as always, with no future.
The light rose and also fell here,
like the blood in my heart,
but one sadness stayed here—
it’s me, still in love.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

It’s certain you won’t come—
after all, you said that yesterday.
But I waited only for you,
and as always, I ate dust.
Everything rose up in me after that:
the price, the sweat, and the curl.
And what’s left now of all this?
one sad soul, quite confused.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

The street corner cries like me
in the smoke of cars.
How you walked—and after you,
a war of illusions.
It’s certain you won’t come,
certain as always.
As always I waited for you—
I waited for you like a future.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow, and it’s done for.

But the broken heart
still takes a blow.