Meshorrer ha-Rekhov
Akhalta kvar pitkha ha-aniyah
Et tsim’onkha ata tovel ba-shemesh
She-rak ata yode’a ta’ama
Akh od tsame libkha ke-emesh
Ve-ravta riv rishon
Ve-sharta shir akharon
Kol ze haya la-shav
Az kakh mimeni
Az kakh mimeni et ha-shir ha-ze akhshav
Kakh et shiri meshorrer ha-rekhov
Kakh hanikhéhu bein eineikha
Kakh oto ba-ra, kakh oto ba-tov
Ki hu holekh, hu holekh, el tokh khayekha
Halakhta la-avod im boker or
U-vo rakhatsta et kapot raglekha
Aval yomkha haya kol kakh shakhór
Ve-hu sinver et shtei eineikha
Ba-derekh ein motsa
She-lo teda kitza
Ata pose’a shav
Az kakh mimeni, az kakh mimeni et ha-shir ha-ze akhshav
Kakh et shiri meshorrer ha-rekhov
Kakh hanikhéhu bein eineikha
Kakh oto ba-ra, kakh oto ba-tov
Ki hu holekh, hu holekh, el tokh khayekha
Khipasta bein yadaim ko rabot
Ulay pit’om timtza gam et yadekha
Aval hen nadedu ba-simta’ot
Ve-sham katvu levado u-vil’adeikha
Shirim le-lo shurot
Tsiyurim le-lo tsurot
Tslilim ilmemim la-shav
Az kakh mimeni, az kakh mimeni et ha-shir ha-ze akhshav
Kakh et shiri meshorrer ha-rekhov
Kakh hanikhéhu bein eineikha
Kakh oto ba-ra, kakh oto ba-tov
Ki hu holekh, hu holekh, el tokh khayekha
Kakh et shiri meshorrer ha-rekhov
Kakh hanikhéhu bein eineikha
Kakh oto ba-ra, kakh oto ba-tov
Ki hu holekh, hu holekh, el tokh khayekha
El tokh khayekha
El tokh khayekha
El tokh khayekha
Street Poet
You have already eaten your poor man’s bread
You dip your thirst into the sun
A taste that only you truly know
Yet your heart is still as thirsty as before
You fought your first fight
And sang your final song
All of it was in vain
So take from me
Yes, take from me this song now
Take my song, street poet
Take it, place it between your eyes
Take it in sorrow, take it in joy
For it walks, it walks, into your life
You went out to work with the morning light
And in it you washed the soles of your feet
But your day was so dark
It blinded both your eyes
On the road there is no way out
Whose end you do not know
You walk in vain
So take from me, yes take from me this song now
Take my song, street poet
Take it, place it between your eyes
Take it in sorrow, take it in joy
For it walks, it walks, into your life
You searched among so many hands
Perhaps you would suddenly find your own
But they wandered through the alleyways
And there they wrote alone, without you
Songs without lines
Drawings without shapes
Silent sounds, in vain
So take from me, yes take from me this song now
Take my song, street poet
Take it, place it between your eyes
Take it in sorrow, take it in joy
For it walks, it walks, into your life
Take my song, street poet
Take it, place it between your eyes
Take it in sorrow, take it in joy
For it walks, it walks, into your life
Into your life
Into your life
Into your life