Balada la-Melekh
Ba-aggadot ei-sham ba-harim
Yashav David ve-ra’a adarim
Bli sarim, bli melukha
Rak shir katan le-yalda bokha
Ve-od shir katan u-tfila la-El
She-yishmor al kol Am Yisra’el

Ve-od shir katan u-tfila la-El
She-yishmor al Yisra’el

Be-neve desha’im ei-sham ba-harim
Melekh David u-kvar ba ba-yamim
Notar boded, bli ir, bli mishpakha
Rak melekh sav ve-yalda bokha
Ve-od shir katan u-tfila la-El
She-yislakh le-khol Am Yisra’el

Ve-od shir katan u-tfila la-El
She-yislakh le-Yisra’el

Be-ein melakhim, be-ein aggada
Tugat ha-shir hi ha-ahava
Ma notar la-meshorer
Shir katan im lo yoter
Ve-od shir katan u-tfila la-El
She-yishmor al kol Am Yisra’el

Ve-od shir katan u-tfila la-El
She-yishmor al Yisra’el

She-yishmor al Yisra’el

Ballad for the King
In the fairy tales, somewhere in the mountains
Sat David the shepherd, with his herd
Without ministers, without kingdom
Only a little song for a crying girl

And another little song and a prayer to God
To guard the people of Israel
And another little song and a prayer to God
To guard Israel

In a grass oasis somewhere in the mountains
Ruled King David, getting old
He was left alone without a city, without family
Only a granddad king and a crying girl

And another little song and a prayer to God
To forgive the people of Israel
And another little song and a prayer to God
To forgive Israel

Without kings, without fairy tales
The song’s grief is love
What is the poet left with
Only a little song and nothing else

And another little song and a prayer to God
To guard the people of Israel
And another little song and a prayer to God
To guard Israel

To guard Israel