MISHAELA

MISHAELA
MISHAELA
   
Beineiha, mi yode'a 
Ananim aforim mitpazrim la'arba ruchot 

Nachal achzav mitmale 
Deshe yarok mechaseh 
Vehamerchav niftach 

Lashamaim, zug einayim 
Mabitot, mechapsot, tsolelot bakachol harach 

Merachafot ba'avir el hazahav hameir 
Et se'arah harach 

Mishaela, ma at roah ? 
Mah belibech hatsochek el otah hadmamah ? 

Az et einai li tifkach 
Keshet achat bamizrach 
Vahalo dai bechach 

Mishaela, ma at roah ? 
Mah belibech hatsochek el otah hadmamah ? 

Az et einai li tifkach 
Keshet achat bamizrach 
Vahalo dai bechach 

Beineiha, mi yodeo 
Ananim aforim mitpazrim la'arba ruchot 

Nachal achzav mitmale 
Deshe yarok mechaseh 
Vehamerchav niftach 

Vahalo dai li, dai li bechach ? 
Vahalo dai li, vahalo dai bechach.

Who knows what is in her eyes? 
Grey clouds disperse in the four winds 

dry riverbed overflows 
And the horizon opens wide

Up to the heaven she turns her eyes 
Searching, diving in to the chilly blue 

Floating in the air 
Touching the pure golden light 
That glimmers in her hair

Mishaela, what do you see? 
What is it in your heart 
That greets the desolate silence with such 
Laughter?

It is one rainbow in the east, she says 
It is all I need

What more could I want? 
It is all that I need?