ENGLISH SONGS
(לגילאי 18 ומעלה)
How will you explain?
How will you explain her unique beauty? An entire walking universe? A delightful bedtime dream? How will you explain what is the sparkle that means: pure, fabulous, extreme?
How will you explain the meaning of her voice? An ancient tune? A protective shield?
How will you explain the power of her drill?
A sensual lark that suddenly makes you weep and feel?
How will you explain the aura in your heart, everything you ever dreamed of, that peculiar blooming light?
How will you overcome the charms of her kind? How will you capture her looks from behind?
How will you see that she truly loves you and remain focused in your dual nature? Like a blind… That my friend, you will never know. At least not until the first windy twilight of mother snow.
HS
Happy Trip
My yellow sun shaves every splendid morning,
with cinnamon cream and Gelato sauce.
It lies on my bed, covered with silk,
an embodiment of emotions and erotic milk.
My red moon slithers every shallow evening,
on my gaslight, a gate of eternal hearts.
It drives me insane and spreads in my earrings,
a dream maker that dissolves in my only cart.
My Swedish car shapes nature’s providence.
It transforms every whisper into glorified love.
And when the candies of my childhood rise from deep blue sleep,
I call for the lighting to produce one last strip.
It is you and me together on a happy trip.
HS
Our bond
Our bond is like a new construction.
A rectangular building that grows from inside.
Our bond is like a circle with no conclusion.
A spectacular field that embodies all the charts.
Our bond defines our kisses, with an aristocratic line that applies to our minds.
Our bond moonlights our wishes and arouses the answers that will apply to our hearts.
The bandage of deception, the fakers of this globe, all the
poisonous boundaries that try to leave us
without force, will fail in their attempts, we shall stay in
our course, we’ll gather all the fire and project only the
white horse.
HS
Fire
Fire in my tears, they are the cannon of my strength.
Fire in my leafs, they are the wonders that have no length.
Fire in my tent, it is the master of surreal.
Fire in my land, illumination in my hill.
Fire all around, what makes my common pleasures into a status?
Fire in the ground, what makes my symptoms into pathos?
My fire lies all over me, is it something that’s required?
My fire simply carries me, can I finally be inspired?
All the depth of this world surrounds me.
All the poetry in this globe enchants me.
But my fire grows within me.
HS
The beauty and the character
The beauty and the character
illuminate the majestic lullaby in my heart.
They lead me straight to you, to your special, extraordinary light.
The flawless flowers that bloom within you,
that create the infrastructure of your delightful voice, lead me to the palace of your arms,
to the ringing of your hair that grows every single day with harmonic charms.
The map of your endless love is a puzzle of endearment, that shapes my colors and reunites my life.
The powers of your gracious milky harp is forever my constructor, Oh my faithful magnetic, mystic wife.
I shall stay with you forever, I promise you with all my love.
Because the beauty and the cha