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28 Oct 08 - 12:00 PM (#2478204) Subject: Lyr Add: Agadat Deshe (Israeli) From: GUEST,Volgadon 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. www.youtube.com/watch?v=HPFiPJONIY4&feature=related AGADAT DESHE 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. |