Текст песни The Idan Raichel Project - Hinach Yafah

YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL

In my bed I sought for weeks
whom my soul loves and found it not.
I searched for it in all the town's streets
This untruth and found not.

The watchmen that go about the city found me:
but my love and I found it not.
But I will not leave it until I will bring it into my city.
To my mother's house, to my room, to my bed.

Behold, thou art fair, my love;
thy lips are like a thread of scarlet.
Thy teeth are white like the light of the moon.
Who is that coming up from the wilderness from a far land
traveling upon the wing of a large bird?
arriving to my house.

Behold, thou art fair, my love
I'm stolen from your who eyes that consume me
like the fires of the flame.
Who is that coming up from the wilderness from a far land
traveling upon the wing of a large bird?
arriving to my house.