Al Chet HaYamim
Od yavo’u yamim
Od yavo’u yamim
Ve-ziv ne’urim
Mi-kol ha-panim yimache
Ha-chedva ve-ha-tzchok
Ha-gil le-lo chok
Ve-hakol yihye, hakol yihye
Ke-lo haya

Bli ko’ach nitpatel, nitpatel ve-nitpalel
Kafuf mul Elohim
Ake, ake al chet ha-yamim
Kmutey nefesh u-panim
Me-amal ha-yamim, ha-yamim
Na’amod mul ha-ra ve-ha-achzar
Ha-kashe, kashe ve-ha-kar

Kmutey nefesh u-panim
Me-amal ha-yamim, ha-yamim
Na’amod mul ha-ra ve-ha-achzar
Ha-kashe, kashe ve-ha-kar

Bli ko’ach nitpatel, nitpatel ve-nitpalel
Kafuf mul Elohim
Ake, ake al chet ha-yamim
Kmutey nefesh u-panim
Me-amal ha-yamim, ha-yamim
Na’amod mul ha-ra ve-ha-achzar
Ha-kashe, kashe ve-ha-kar

Kmutey nefesh u-panim
Me-amal ha-yamim, ha-yamim
Na’amod mul ha-ra ve-ha-achzar
Ha-kashe, kashe ve-ha-kar
Ha-kashe, kashe ve-ha-ka

For the Sins of the Days
Days will still come
Days will still come
And the glow of youth
Will be wiped from every face
The joy and the laughter
The age without law
And everything will be, everything will be
As if it never was

Powerless, we writhe, writhe and pray
Bent before God
I strike, I strike for the sins of the days
Wrinkled soul and face
From the toil of days, the days
We will stand against evil and cruelty
The harsh, harsh and cold

Wrinkled soul and face
From the toil of days, the days
We will stand against evil and cruelty
The harsh, harsh and cold

Powerless, we writhe, writhe and pray
Bent before God
I strike, I strike for the sins of the days
Wrinkled soul and face
From the toil of days, the days
We will stand against evil and cruelty
The harsh, harsh and cold

Wrinkled soul and face
From the toil of days, the days
We will stand against evil and cruelty
The harsh, harsh and cold
The harsh, harsh and cold