Lyr Add: Agadat Deshe (Israeli)
Subject: Lyr Add: Agadat Deshe (Israeli)|
Date: 28 Oct 08 - 12:00 PM
One of the modern Israeli folksongs. Written by Meir Ariel and Shalom Chanoch, who grew up on the same kibbutz, it is about one of the most significant aspects (back then, died out by now) of kibbutz life- singing parties on the green. Amazing song.
Here it is performed by Arik Einstein.
Lyrics: Meir Ariel.
Melody: Shalom Chanoch.
Yesh arema shel chevre al hadeshe
Ani dvarim ka'ele mechavev
Banim banot be'yachad, ze yafe she
yesh ometz lifamim lehit'arbev.
Sharim shirim umebitim lemaala
Anan sham bayare'ach mistaben
Choshvim bemi lehit'ahev halaila
Im ki hirhur kaze rak me'atzben.
Mitachat leroshi munachat yerech
Ve'al bitni tzror taltalim mutal
bal'at yotz'ot yadaim el haderech
Umaslulan aroch umefutal.
Gomrim lashir umakshivim rav keshev
Beinenu mitpatchot lach'shushiyot
Yesh histanenuyot betoch ha'esev
Ki yesh bo kol minei gavshushiyot.
Keivan shetardema alai nofelet
Shuv eini matzli'ach le'ater
Shel mi hayad asher alai zochelet
Ve'et gufi hofechet lifsanter.
Ukshe'ani mekitz ein ish badeshe
Rak ktzat karir vektzat ratov mital
Lehaftaati ani ro'e she
Oto tzror taltalim alai mutal.
Umitocho elai sochkot einaim
Umitocho elai mav'hik tzavar
Ani sho'el: "hey, ma ha'inyanim?"
Hi bechiyuch ona li: "shum davar."
Sho'el: "gam at yashant?" - Ona: Lau davka"
Vetshuvata oti ktzat mevicha
Sho'el: "az ma be'etzem at osa kan?"
Sfateiha lochashot: "ani itcha."
Ani shotek sfataim hi noshechet
Ani shotek veko kvedot yadai
Pit'om hi mistovevet veholechet
Aval ani shotek od sham, nu dai.
A LEGEND OF THE GRASS
There is a pile of kids on the grass
I like this sort of stuff
Boys and girls together, it's nice that
there is courage to mix once in a while.
We sing songs and glance upwards
A cloud basks in the moonlight
We consider who to fall in love with tonight
Although these thouhgts only annoy.
Under my head lays a thigh
And on my stomach a bundle of curls are tossed
Slowly do hands commence their journey
Their route is long and winding.
We finish singing and listen intently
Between us develop whispers
People sneak into the grass,
because there are all sorts of hollows there.
Since drowsiness falls upon me
I can't figure out
To whom belongs the hand crawling all over,
Making a piano out of my body.
And when I awake there is not a soul on the green
I'm a little cold and and a little wet from the dew
To my surprise I see that
The same bundle of curls lays on me.
And from it a pair of eyes glance playfully
And from it gleams a neck
I ask: "hey, how's it going?"
She answers smiling: "Alright."
I ask: "Did you sleep too?" - She answers: Not necessarily"
Her answers makes me blush
I ask: "so what are you really doing here?"
Her lips whisper: "I'm with you."
I'm silent, she bites her lips
I'm silent and my arms feel heavy
Suddenly she turns and leaves
But I'm still silent over there, well, enough.