noa a isrealita

all the stars he hid away
and the moon in a pitch black night
from the north
to yemen
not a ray of light
no light,
not a ray of light


morning, loyal widower
clutched his grey sack to his hips
from the north
to yemen
not a ray of light
no light, not a ray of light


light a small white candle
in this darkened tent
which is my heart,
from the north
and south to yemen
then a brillian light will shine!
the light,
the light will shine.



pq. canta em hebraico



em espanhol, tb.