Tzipori
Tzipori, tzipori ha-petzua
Be-ruach ha-layla at merachefet
Shvura kanaf ro’edet
Ish lo yishma, akh ani shoma’at
At mitkhabetet le-yad chaloni
Be-dumiya ba-chashecha
Be-dumiya ba-chashecha
Kol shnot ahavatekh
Ha-arukhot ve-khol chalomotayikh
Ve-ha-chayim asher chayit

Tzipori, tzipori ha-petzua
Damekh zav al ha-sikhim
Ba-layla ba-ata

Kol shnot ahavatekh
Ha-arukhot ve-khol chalomotayikh
Ve-ha-chayim asher chayit

Tzipori, tzipori ha-petzua
Damekh zav al ha-sikhim
Ba-layla ba-ata

Tzipori, tzipori ha-petzua
Be-ruach ha-layla at merachefet
Shvura kanaf ro’edet
Ish lo yishma, akh ani shoma’at
At mitkhabetet le-yad chaloni
Be-dumiya ba-chashecha
Be-dumiya ba-chashecha
Kol shnot ahavatekh
Ha-arukhot ve-khol chalomotayikh
Ve-ha-chayim asher chayit

Tzipori, tzipori ha-petzua
Damekh zav al ha-sikhim
Ba-layla ba-ata

Kol shnot ahavatekh
Ha-arukhot ve-khol chalomotayikh
Ve-ha-chayim asher chayit

Tzipori, tzipori ha-petzua
Damekh zav al ha-sikhim
Ba-layla ba-ata

My Wounded Bird
My bird, my wounded bird,
In the night wind you are drifting
A trembling, broken wing
No one will hear — but I hear
You struggle beside my window
In silence, in the darkness
In silence, in the darkness
All the years of your love,
So long, and all your dreams,
And the life that you lived

My bird, my wounded bird,
Your blood seeps onto the bushes
In the pitch-dark night

All the years of your love,
So long, and all your dreams,
And the life that you lived

My bird, my wounded bird,
Your blood seeps onto the bushes
In the pitch-dark night

My bird, my wounded bird,
In the night wind you are drifting
A trembling, broken wing
No one will hear — but I hear
You struggle beside my window
In silence, in the darkness
In silence, in the darkness
All the years of your love,
So long, and all your dreams,
And the life that you lived

My bird, my wounded bird,
Your blood seeps onto the bushes
In the pitch-dark night

All the years of your love,
So long, and all your dreams,
And the life that you lived

My bird, my wounded bird,
Your blood seeps onto the bushes
In the pitch-dark night