Me
Transliteration:
Kazot anochi shkttah kemeymey agam
Ohevet shalvat chulin eyney tinokot veshirim shel francis jam
Beshekvar hayamim atetah nafshi argaman
Ve'al rashey heharim
Le'echad hayiti im haruchot hagdolot
Im tsrichat nesharim
Beshekvar hayamim...
Zeh hayah beshekvar hayamim
Haitim mishtanot, haitim mishtanot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi
Kazot anochi shketah kemeymey agam
Ohevet shalvat chulin eyney tinokot veshirim shel francis jam
Beshekvar hayamim atetah nafshi argaman
Ve'al rashey heharim
Le'echad hayiti im haruchot hagdolot
Im tsrichat nesharim
Beshekvar hayamim...
Zeh hayah beshekvar hayamim
Haitim mishtanot, haitim mishtanot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Beshekvar hayamim...
Zeh hayah beshekvar hayamim
Haitim mishtanot, haitim mishtanot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Translation:
I am just so: quiet
A placid lake I am
I love the serenity of routine,
Babies' eyes, Francis Jeam
In days gone by my spirit soared
Wrapped in crimson it would fly
At one with mountain tops
The howling wind, the eagles cry
But that was all in days gone by
That was long ago
Things change
And no, I am just so
Kazot anochi shkttah kemeymey agam
Ohevet shalvat chulin eyney tinokot veshirim shel francis jam
Beshekvar hayamim atetah nafshi argaman
Ve'al rashey heharim
Le'echad hayiti im haruchot hagdolot
Im tsrichat nesharim
Beshekvar hayamim...
Zeh hayah beshekvar hayamim
Haitim mishtanot, haitim mishtanot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi
Kazot anochi shketah kemeymey agam
Ohevet shalvat chulin eyney tinokot veshirim shel francis jam
Beshekvar hayamim atetah nafshi argaman
Ve'al rashey heharim
Le'echad hayiti im haruchot hagdolot
Im tsrichat nesharim
Beshekvar hayamim...
Zeh hayah beshekvar hayamim
Haitim mishtanot, haitim mishtanot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Beshekvar hayamim...
Zeh hayah beshekvar hayamim
Haitim mishtanot, haitim mishtanot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Ve'achshav hineh anochi kazot
Translation:
I am just so: quiet
A placid lake I am
I love the serenity of routine,
Babies' eyes, Francis Jeam
In days gone by my spirit soared
Wrapped in crimson it would fly
At one with mountain tops
The howling wind, the eagles cry
But that was all in days gone by
That was long ago
Things change
And no, I am just so
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Writer(s): Rachel, Gil Dor
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