The sadness is here again, the fear is here again

And the end embroidered in my window

Cracked glass panel and silence again

Weary and discarded in my imagination

The light fell asleep, tears of blood scorch my throat

Scratched handle, sloping ceiling

When I sing to you the last song

You left me only words, shelter between the shadows

Tidy books, and between the rooms

You left me only words, wreath of locks

Oh God, you left me only words

Walls are silent now, and what have you taken when you run away?

Yes, what have you taken? In this war you might have won

And what I was left with when you went away?

And even the ice feels cold, when I remember

How today you’re in front of him, lighted in his shade

Breaks down for him, the words you’ve left me You’re now telling him

Hish’art li rak milim, miklat bein hatzlalim...