Roman BeHemshekhim
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Etmol karati roman me’anyen
Al dayelet avir me’ohevet
Be-nesikh khalomot ekhad megamgem
She-ahav be’atzmo akheret
Ahava oto ahava aza
Kim’at mi-kir el kir
Ahava oto ahava aza
Ad she-nigmar la ha-avir
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Ba-emtsa ha-amud ha-tish’im ve-khamesh
Nifgeshu hem ba-emtsa ha-derekh
Hi me’od hitragesha ve-nista le-kashkesh
Mi-tzido hu megamgem la be-‘erekh
Lakhatsa oto lekhitsa aza
Kim’at shavra marpek
Lakhatsa oto lekhitsa aza
Akh ota hu lo khibek
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Ve-pa’am akhat bi-mesibat hakerut
Be-eretz me’od mefutakhat
Et ze karati be-sof ha-amud
Ha-dayelet hikira karakhat
Kim’at hemsakhti et ha-roman
Pit’om neshika metsaltselet
Amad muli, lo, lo ya’uman
Ahuvi ba-delet
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ahavti lihyot levad
Im bakhur me’od nekhmad
She-rak davar ekhad yada
Ekhad ve’od ekhad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Ze ani ve-hu bilvad
Serialized Novel
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one—
just me and him.
Yesterday I read an interesting novel
about an air stewardess in love
with a stuttering prince of dreams,
who himself loved differently.
She loved him—loved him fiercely,
almost from wall to wall;
she loved him—loved him fiercely,
until she ran out of breath.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one—
just me and him.
In the middle of page ninety-five
they met halfway down the road.
She got very excited and tried to chat,
while he more or less stuttered back.
She squeezed him—one fierce squeeze,
almost broke an elbow;
she squeezed him—one fierce squeeze,
but he didn’t hug her.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one—
just me and him.
And once, at a get-to-know-you party
in a very developed country,
this I read at the bottom of the page:
the stewardess met a bald man.
I almost kept reading the novel—
suddenly a ringing kiss!
There he stood before me—no, no, unbelievable—
my love, at the door.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one.
I loved being alone
with a very nice guy
who knew only one thing:
one and one—
just me and him,
just me and him,
just me and him,
just me and him.