Lo Dibarnu Od Al Ahava
Lo dibarnu od al ahava
Velo yaradnu el sofa
Ein davar, halechem lo yechsar machar
Roshech tanichi al hakar

Ani rotze lishon itach
Lenasheq otach le’at le’at, otach

Lo dibarnu od al mishpacha
Velo zimarnu et shivcha
Ein davar, haruach lo yis’ar machar
Roshech hanichi al hakar

Ani rotze lakum itach
Lelatet otach le’at le’at, otach

Lo dibarnu od al hazikna
Velo te’arnu et china
Ein davar, hatofet lo yiv’ar machar
Roshech tanichi al hakar

Ani rotze lamut itach, itach
Lechabeq otach le’at le’at, otach

We Still Haven’t Spoken About Love
We still haven’t spoken about love,
And we haven’t gone down to its end.
It’s alright—the bread won’t be missing tomorrow;
Rest your head on the pillow.

I want to sleep with you,
To kiss you, slowly, slowly—you.

We still haven’t spoken about family,
And we haven’t sung its praise.
It’s alright—the wind won’t rage tomorrow;
Lay your head on the pillow.

I want to wake up with you,
To stroke you, slowly, slowly—you.

We still haven’t spoken about old age,
And we haven’t described its grace.
It’s alright—hell won’t burn tomorrow;
Rest your head on the pillow.

I want to die with you, with you,
To hold you, slowly, slowly—you.