Jerusalem Medley Ir Me Quero, Madre Ladino Folk song; Salonika Ir me quero, madre, a Yerushalayim… Mother, I want to go to Jerusalem… Yeffe Noff Music: Yinon N’eman Lyrics: Yehuda Halev Yeffe noff m’soss tevel / Kirya l’melech rav L’cha nich’sefa nafshi / Mifa’atei maarav Beautiful of vistas / Delight of the world A city for a great king To you my soul has yearned from the far reaches of the west Yehi Shalom Music: Rabbi S. Carlebach Lyrics: Psalm 22 Y’hi shalom b’cheilech Shalva b’armenotayich Let there be peace among your multitudes Tranquility within your palaces Shir Hanoded David Shimoni Based on a Persian folk song Mi yit’neni off / Tzipor kanaf k’tana Min’dudei ein sof / Nafshi ma mit’ana Mi yit’neni off / Tzipor kanaf k’tana Asher baken hatov / Tanu’ach sha’anana Ah, k’off n’dod/ Anud ani gam ken Ach et i’aff m’od / Lanu’ach ein li ken Oh, were that I was a small winged bird! My soul is tormented from endless wandering Oh, were that I was small winged bird Who rests, carefree, in her good nest Ah, just like a migrating bird, so will I roam But when I tire from my wandering – I have no nest to lay my head Lamidbar Saeinu Carry Us to the Desert Music: Bedouin Folk Lyrics: A. Pen Lamidbar sa’ein al d’bashot g’malim Al tzav’reihem yetzaltzelu pa’amonim g’dolim Sa’einu, sa’einu, lamid’bar sa’einu… Halila, al t’hallelu – haro’im namim Uvaleilot Al hash’vilim hakochavim rom’zim Sa’einu, sa’einu, lamid’bar sa’einu… To the desert / Carry us on camel backs On their necks / Big bells will ring Carry us, carry us to the desert Ti, li ,li… Do not play the flute / The shepherds are asleep And at night / The stars sparkle upon the paths Carry us… Avi My Father Music & Lyrics: Danny Maseng My father looks to the sky and its clouds My father is walking to the desert And the desert is moving towards him Slowly, slowly the gate closes upon his fathers Where, oh, where are all his mothers, His lovers, where? Where is my father? Alone at the end of the road Doves in his hair A torn coat on his back And a flower in his heart How have you fallen from the heavens to your earth? My father lies in an abandoned nest In a strange and foreign land The night descends upon your bed, Gather your wings, infant father And return to your flight And once again, alone Alone at the end of the road Doves in your hair A torn coat on your back And a flower in your heart My father crawled into the night and disappeared My father went into the desert And the desert went silent My Father D. Maseng (c)1992 Avi panav el haraki’ah v’ananav Avi holech el hamid’bar V’hamid’bar elav L’at l’at nisgar hasha’ar al avotav Ayeh ayeh kol imotav ahuvotav heichan Heichan avi L’vad b’soff haderech Yonim bise’aro M’il karuah al hagav Uferach b’libo Eicha nafalta mishamayim la’afarcha Avi mutal b’ken natush B’eretz noch’riyah Hineh hineh yored halayil al mitatcha Essoff k’nafecha av olal v’shuv l’me’ufcha V’shuv l’vad L’vad b’soff haderech Yonim bise’archa M’il karuah al hagav Uferach b’libcha Zachal avi el toch hashachar v’ne’elam Avi halach el hamid’bar V’hamid’bar nadam Agada H. Karchevski; Y. Fichman On the shores of Yam Kineret (The Sea of Galilee) / Stands a magnificent palace A garden of God is planted there / In it – no tree will stir Who lives there? Just a boy Like a bird in the heart of the forest Studying Torah From the mouth of Elijah Hush! No wave breaks / Hush! Winged birds He is standing, hearing / Swallowing God’s teaching Al s’fat yam Kineret /Armon rav tif’eret Gan El sham natu’ah / Bo etz lo yazu’ah Mi gar sham – rak na’ar Ka’off bid’mi ya’ar Lomed sham Torah hu Mipi, mipi Eliyahu Hass! Gal lo kole’ach / Kol off hapore’ach Omed v’shome’ah / Torat El bole’ah Hatish’ma Koli Will you hear my voice? Music: Y. Mustaki Lyrics: Rachel Will you hear my voice, my distant one? Will you hear my voice wherever you are? A clarion voice A crying voice And, from above, time commands a blessing My last day is approaching, perhaps The day of the tears of departure is near A will wait for you until my life is extinguished Just as Rachel waited for her lover Hatish’ma koli rechoki sheli / Hatishma koli ba’asher hincha Kol koreh b’oz kol boche bid’mi Um’al haz’man m’tzaveh b’racha Acharon yamai k’var karov, ulai / K’var karov hayom shel dim’ot preyda Achakeh l’cha ad yichbu chayai Kachakot Rachel l’doda On The Sea of Galilee Danny Maseng See that Eucalyptus? In between its veined and lacy shadows Reaching for the water By its roots Lies Rachel Alone again In death as in her song Calling Will you hear my voice my distant one? Look north to trace the footsteps in Capernaum A handsome mathematician Multiplying bread, times wine, times fish He says: Talita kumi He says: Rise My barren bliss And I am standing in the reeds And I can almost see And I am shedding sun webs One by cooling one And I remember these The fire that evaporates The earth that’s never quenched The wave that barely touches Trembling Hearing Swallowing the bitter waters of this Devastating God Por la Tu Puerta Ladino Folk Song Six in the evening And I pass with all my friends. Under your window I stand Playing the mandolin Come to the door so I may see you Come to the window Talk to me and reveal to me The secrets of your soul I passed by your door And I found it closed I kissed the keyhole As I kiss your lips, my beloved At the rising of the dawn, at the café Oh, the lights and the colors Just like that, my heart Burns with love Seix de la noche vo pasar Con todos mis amigos En tu ventana vo pozar Tanendo mandolino Sale a la puerta te vere Sale a la ventana Avlame y descvreme Secretos de tu alma Por la tu puerta yo pazi Y la topi cerrada La llave dura yo bezi Como bezar tu cara En el café de amanecer Hay luzes y colores Ansi esta mi corason Quemando de amores P’gisha L’ein Ketz Eternal Meeting Lyrics: Natan Alterman; Music: Naomi Shemer Because you have stormed upon me I shall forever sing you In vain will I surround you with walls, in vain erect gates My desire is to you and to me - your garden And towards me my handless body swoons You alone are the sin and the judge of cities Forever sudden, my eyes are concussed upon you While in a warring street, bleeding raspberry sunsets, You will bind me in sheaves Do not plead to those who retreat from approaching In your lands I alone will be wanderer My prayer asks for nothing at all My prayer is one and it says - take Until the ends of sorrow, until the ends of night In streets of iron, empty and long My God commanded me to carry to your infants Almonds and raisins from my great impoverishment It is good that your hand still captures our heart Do not pity it when it tires of running Do not allow it to darken like the room Left without the stars that have remained outside There the moon blazes as the cook’s kiss There a damp sky thunders its cough There a tree lowers its branch for me as a handkerchief And I will pick it up and bow And I know that, to the beating of the drum In commerce cities, deaf and pained, One day I will yet fall with wounded head to pluck This smile of ours from among the chariots A Man Looking at His Son Natan Yonatan Music and Translation by D. Maseng A man looks at his son And sees with his eye what he was And what he is and what he will be when He himself no longer is And this entire vision How it was extinguished As though by thunder And who will measure his grief If he is like a tree’s root Or like it’s tree top And the memory will awaken him to a clearing in the forest Which he and the boy crossed In the thicket of its pines To that very corner of the field Whose very last they were At the hour of the gathering of sheep As the sun collected from the earth The remnants of its rays And no one cries and no one answers Silently will that field patch Be gathered to its sorrows And only a father and his son walking The two of them together And no fire and no kindling And no lamb and no shofar And never was there such a love as that one Upon the earth Shibolet Medley Refrain X2 Shibolet, shibolet Shibolet bassadeh kor’ah baru’ach A sheaf of wheat in the field bends in the wind Shibolet Bassadeh Matityahu Shelem Shibolet bassadeh kor’ah baru’ach M’omess gar’inim ki rav Uvemerchav harim yom k’var yafu’ach Hashemesh ketem v’zahav A sheaf of wheat in the field bends in the wind From the weight of her grain In the wide expanse of the mountains the day is born The sun is orange and gold Uru, hoy uru! Uru, shuru b’nei k’farim Kamah hen bashla k’var Al p’nei hekarim Kitz’ru, shilchu magal Et reishit hakatzir Awake! Awake, oh, villagers! The wheat has ripened in the fields Reap, cast your scythes The time of harvest is here Refrain X2 Shibolet, shibolet Mal’u Assameinu Bar David Zehavi; Pinchas Lender Mal’u assameinu bar viy’kaveinu yayin Bateinu homim, homim mitinokot Uv’hemteinu porah Our barns are filled with grain Our houses abuzz with the sound of babies Our cattle is fertile! X2 Hey! Ma od t’vakshi m’itanu m’chora V’ein, v’ein adayin? What more could you ask of us, oh, homeland That could possibly be lacking? Refrain X2 Shibolet, shibolet Shibolim Gil Aldemah; Michael Kashtan Shibolim shibolim shibolim Omarim navi hagor’na Bar ba’ossem n’egor’na Shibolim shibolim shibolim Sheaves of wheat We will bring our harvest to the barn We will store our grain Sheaves of wheat Refrain X2 Shibolet, shibolet Sovevuni Mordechai Z’ira; Ya’akov Orland Sovevni lahat esh bo’eret Rek’duni shir yachid Zeh hazemer, zeh – v’ein acher od Ein acher od l’tamid Spin me in a blaze of fire Dance me a singular song! This is the song – this and no other! There is no other for ever and ever Tov, tov, tov, tov, tov, tov Tov hazemer ad ein soff Lo yitam lo yachaloff M’libeinu hakode’ach Mit’lamim umiyare’ach Good, good The song is eternally good It will never end, it will never pass From our hearts that are feverish From furrows and moonlight Refrain X2 Shibolet, shibolet Shirat Hanoar David Ma’aravi; Sh’mu’el Bass Shirat hano’ar shir atideinu Shir hit’chd’shut binyan va’aliyah Min hagolah yinharu acheinu Eretz moledet shava lit’chiyah The song of youth, the song of our future The song of renewal, rebuilding and repatriating Our brethren will flock from their exile Our homeland is reborn! Mi zeh cholel hapeleh – eretz moledet Mi zeh hekim kol eleh eretz tif’eret Zo yad’cha, yad’cha hi hanota’at Zo yad’cha, yad’cha hi hazora’at Kol od hano’ar lanu bamoledet Shuv yashuv chazon am Yisrael Who caused this miracle, oh, homeland? Who erected all of this, oh, wondrous land? It is your hand, your hand that plants! It is your hand, your hand that sows! As long as we have such youth in our homeland The prophecy of Israel will yet be realized Refrain X2 Shibolet, shibolet Horah He’ach’zut Dov Zeltzer; Yechi’el Mohar Hora k’ruv v’hora tered Ag’vanya alei kidon Horah nachal m’ssachreret Hora chassa hora tz’non Hora tank ratum l’fered Hora sayarei hatut Hora nachal m’ssachreret Hora he’ach’zut Hora cabbage and hora spinach A tomato upon a spear! A dizzying *Nachal hora A hora of lettuce, a hora of radish A hora for a tank harnessed to a mule Hora for the strawberry scouts A dizzying Nachal hora The hora of the settlement! * ‘Nachal’ is an acronym for a special army unit made up of volunteers who wish to serve as agricultural pioneers, while in their regular combat military service. Much of Israel’s wilderness had been settled and made fertile by Nachal units. Refrain X3 Shibolet, shibolet Achi Hatza’ir Yehudah My Young Brother Judah Music: Yohanan Zarai Lyrics: Ehud Manor My young brother Judah Do you hear? Do you know? The sun still rises each morning And its light is white And towards evening the wind scatters the garden leaves The first rain fell two days ago, on Tuesday evening And, once again, it’s possible to see the sky In the puddle on main street My young brother Judah Do you hear? Do you know? They’re learning a new song in your kindergarten And the students are playing, once again, on the practice field Evening winds are wailing autumn songs on the porch And mother waits, secretly, Perhaps a letter will come? My young brother Judah Do you hear? Do you know? All your good friends carry your image with them You are with them in all the tanks along the border My good brother, I remember your eyes And they are solving a puzzle And my infant son is beautiful like you I will name him after you: Judah Balada Al Naari Sh’gadal A ballad for my boy, who has grown Lyrics: Tirza Attar Music: Alexander “Sasha” Argov Slowly, the stream flows its course A wind blows lightly upon it In the heart of the village a lonely wooden hut stands Wrapped in snow and darkness And I will not sleep For the night is sad My little boy chops wood Day and night he labors He is still a young lad and his hands are empty But he swears he’ll be my husband when he grows up Grow, my lad Grow fast Slowly time passes, shrouded in secrets My youth passes with it And my boy grew up and became, oh, so beautiful And one day – he married a woman as beautiful as he But I I will never forget him The wind rushes, raging upon the stream My life is carried away on its wings In the heart of the village I have a wooden hut And my eyes burn at night with the heat of the fire Let no man come near me Lest the fire consume him Davidovitch D. Maseng The walls are abandoned The doors are rusted The roof caved in last year And since then he lives on a tree in the yard Davidovitch - on a tree in the yard A white dove lives with you She built a bird’s nest on your head And since then, every evening at sundown Davidovitch – little birds chirp for you alone See how mother cries for her child A municipal clerk with a decent salary The wife is alone; the children are calling out – Davidovitch – what’s with you!? The boss visits every day and yells: Get off the tree, Davidovitch, stop playing Davidovitch laughs - his head in the clouds Davidovitch is no longer cares See how mother cries for her child Morning prayers with the rising of the sun Green leaves with white cheese Davidovitch eats – and feeds the little dove Davidovitch – eating with the doves B’shadmot Beit Lechem In the Fields of Bethlehem Music: H. Karchevski Lyrics: A. A. Shapira In the fields of Bethlehem / On the way to Ephrat Upon an ancient grave stands a tomb And with the coming of midnight / On the path of her weariness A beautiful woman rises, leaving her grave, She marches silently, eastward, towards the river Jordan, Silently marching B’shad’mot Beit Lechem / B’derech Ephrata B’derech Efrata Alei kever k’dumim / Ta’amod matzavet Ta’amod matzavet U’ch’vo chatzot laila / B’derech Eifata Ta’aleh y’fat mar’eh / beit kivrah ozavet Layarden, mizracha / dumam tzo’adet Dumam tzo’adet In The Fields of Bethlehem D. Maseng To the olive trees I pose this question: Do you remember me, a child, Watching you through darkly tinted spyglass? My father watches birds over Bethlehem I see rocks In the house of Lehem Bread in Hebrew Meat in Arabic Bread turns into flesh in Bethlehem The sheep of Bethlehem give clarified butter The olive trees give oil Same word Kullu wachad in Bethlehem, All one promise One land One plot of bleached rocks my great grandfather purchased, Rachel on his mind, Thinking he could water lilies with her tears Build tombs from Jacob’s dreams Construct a ladder to his past What future, Bethlehem? What hope? Quo Vadis, domini? Rachel has no clue How totally abandoned she really is B’shad’mot Beit Lechem B’derech Efrata Adrift in a sea of stones Looking for some children Looking for my home Looking for my father’s birds My mother’s Rachel Whispering Jacob, Jacob, What is left of my inheritance?

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