Lyr Add: Siman She'Ata Tsa'ir

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Siman She'Ata Tsa'ir
From: Le Scaramouche
Date: 24 Jun 05 - 05:10 PM

Yes, should have said so, sorry.

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Siman She'Ata Tsa'ir
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 24 Jun 05 - 08:56 AM

The language is Hebrew, n'est-ce pas?

Subject: Lyr Add: Siman She'Ata Tsa'ir (You Must Be Young)
From: Le Scaramouche
Date: 23 Jun 05 - 07:34 AM

This is set to Whiskey in the Jar:

Words by Yosi Gamzo

C                   Am
Im Pardesim od meshag'im otcha ba'rei'ach
F                   C             Am
Im ba'leilot ata shikor min ha'yarei'ach
   C                         Am
Im Ruach merchakim be'tsavroncha tamid noshevet
    F                         C          Am
Ve'yesh lecha kotsim bamakom shebo nahug la'shevet

    Dm7             G7
Ze siman she'ata tsa'ir
      C             C7
Ata tza'ir kmo yom Aviv bahir
F
Kmo yom Aviv bahir
C       G7   C
Siman she'ata tsa'ir

Im lo echpat lecha la'tseit u'lit'ot ba'derech,
Im ba'sadot ata kotef midei pa'am perach,
Ve'im kshekvar chorshim, sof-sof et ha'sadot ha'ele
Ata ulai holech batel ach lo holech ba'telem....

Im sfat ha'yam od regila le'sandaleicha,
Im lif'amim ata yotse od mi'keleicha,
Im tip-tipat chutspa min ha'nshama shelcha lo paga
Ve'im od beinta'im lo kar'u lecha le'HAGA...

Chorus

Im od moshchim otcha shirim ve'gam gitara,
Im tso'akim lecha: "ze, noar, ze? - ze brara!"
Im yesh lecha zahav ba'lev, ve'lo bein ha'shinaim
Ve'im od bachurot ba'rchov osot lecha ei'naim....

Chorus

Im yesh shtuyot nehedarot she'od lo asita,
Im lo ta'amta od ha'col ve'od lo nisita,
Ve'im ata margish od lif'amim tchusha muzara
She'lo ha'kol tsodek, ve'she'yachol lihiyot acheret....

Chorus

Here is a rough sort of translation, which loses some of the charm of the original:

If your driven wild by the smell of orchards,
If in the nights you are still moonstruck,
If a wild wind still blows against your collar [perhaps chafing at the bit might beteer translation]
And you have thorns in the place that's used for sitting....

You must be young,
As young as a bright spring day,
A bright spring day,
You must be young,

If you don't mind to go out and lose your way,
If a flower in the fields you stoop to pick,
And if when at last they go and plough these fields,
You might be idle, but never trow the same old furrough...

If the sea-side is still acustomed to your sandals,
And you sometimes lose your temper,
If a little bit of cheek has never left your system
And as of yet they have not called you up to HAGA [used to be Home Guard sort of thing]

If you're still singing and strum on that guitar,
If people shut "You call this youth? It's brara! [think rubbish might be used, but not sure]
And if you have a heart of gold, but among your dentures,
And in the street the girls still bat their eyes at you...

If there's some wonderful nonsense you've not tried yet,
If you haven't had a go at everything,
And you sometimes get the feeling
That not all is right and it could be different....