[HANASHIR:7756] Yihiye Tov for all who want it.

[AmichaiM <AmichaiM...>]

Hi All, 
Since many of you were clamoring for the words, here they are.  I'm both glad 
and also a bit sad that the message of this song rings as true today as it 
did when Broza first sang it.  Happy Secular New Year.  Here are both the 
Lyrics and the Translation.
B'hatzlacha,
   Amichai Margolis


Verse 1)
Ani Mabit Me'hachalon
V'Ze Ose Lidey Atzuv.
Ha'Aviv Chalaf Avar Lo,
Mi Yodea Im Yashuv?
Ha'Leytzan Haya L'melelech,
Ha'Navi N'hiya Leytzan.
V'shachachti Et Haderech,
Aval Ani Od Kan

Pizmon:
V'Yihiye Tov, Yihiye Tov Keyn.
Lifamim Ani Nishbar.
Az Ha'Layla, oh Ha'Layla,
Itach Ani Nishar.

Verse 2)
Yeladim Lofshim K'nafayim,
V'Afim El Ha'Tzava.
V'Acharei Shnataim, 
Heym Chozrim Lelo T'shuva.
Anashim Chayim B'metach,
Michapsim Siba Linshom,
Uvein Sina L'retzach,
Midabrim Al Hashalom.

Pizmon:

Verse 3)
Sham Lema'ala Bashamayim
Ananim Lomdim La'Uf.
V'ani Mabit Lema'alah,
V'Roeh Matos Chatuf.
Memshala Shel Generalim
Mechaleket Et Ha'Nof
Shelaheym V'Le Shelanu
Matai Nir'ei 'ta <-(et ha) Sof?

4th Verse (new version on Shalom Chaver) Played 1/2 time
Od Nilmad Lichyot B'yachad,
Beyn Chorshot Atzei Zeitim.
Yeladim Yich'yu B'li Pachad,
B'li G'vulot, B'li Miklatim.
Al K'varim Yifrach Haesev,
Leshalom........
VeAhavah........
Me'ah Shanim Shel Cherev,
V'Lo Avda 't Hatikvah.....

Pizmon: X2

Ani Mabit Mehachalon
Ulai Magiya....Keyn!
Magiya.....
Magaiya.....
Yom Chadash!

TRANSLATION:

I Look out my window and what I see makes me sad.
The Spring has gone away and who know if it will return?
The clown has become king, the Prophet has become a clown.
And I have lost the way, but I am still here.

Pizmon:
But it will be good, yes it will be good.
Sometimes I break.  But tonight, yes tonight,
I will stay with you.

Children put on wings and fly off to the army (IDF)
and after 2 years they return with no answers.
People live in fear, searching for a reason to breath.
And between the Hatred and Bloodshed, they talk about peace.

Pizmon:

Up there in the sky, clouds are learning to fly,
and I look up and see a Hijacked Airplane.
A government of generals devide the landscape,
What is theirs and what is ours, when will we see the end?

We will learn to live together in the groves of olive trees.
Children will live without fear, wilthout borders, without bomb shelters.
Grass will grow on the graves, for peace and love.
After a hundred years of Violence, we have not lost hope.

Pizmon:

I look out of my window and perhaps I see...
Yes, I see, I see.... A new day.

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