Brivele [English translation]

Entirely broken, bitter and depressed

He cannot calm down, takes no comfort from anyone

His scribe is far from this world

The king longs for his extraordinary talent

Oh how beautiful were his letters

Written for me every night, from the depths of my heart

The letters in memory will stay with me forever

The way he wrote nobody will ever be able to write

One servant in the palace has an idea that pleases him

He knows all the letters where they are hidden

He takes from the archives all the old letters

And runs to the king, "see what I have found"

He sits down and picks up his letters

The king remembers and weeps

The letters and memories abound, and trials he passed

The heart the soul which only I understand

Read me the heartfelt letters, read

It reminds me of the voice of the writer himself

The lines, the songs

It takes me back

And every time you read me the letters

I am full of mercy

Read me the heartfelt letters, read

Your heart, your prayer, by this I will understand

The leaflets, wet pages

It opens every door

Because every time you read the letters

I weep with you

Letter, oh letter

As if he is speaking himself

Letter, oh letter

And in every situation and circumstance

It is only in this way that one can reach the King

A scribe the King once had

David ben Yishai, pleasant singer of Yisrael

As he wrote no one can know

With longing and love, violin in hand

In the most difficult situations written in life

"G-d how great are my difficulties, many have risen against me"

I praise and thank Hashem my G-d

"What will I return to G-d for all the reward given to me"

David is no longer here but we remain

The heartfelt letters he wrote to the King

We look at the writings and our situation and read over

All the troubles David is going through

Although the poems David composed were personal

The letters will awaken the Heavens

The Creator cries, hears us cry out a prayer of David

This is his greatest passion, his greatest glory

Read Me the heartfelt letters, read

It remind Me of the voice of David himself

The lines, the songs

It takes me back

And every time you read Me the letters

I am full of mercy

Read me the heartfelt letters, read

Your heart, your prayer, by this I will understand

The leaflets, wet pages

It opens every door

Because every time you read the letters

I weep with you

Tehillim, Tehillim

As if David is speaking himself

Tehillim, whenever a Jew wants to act

It is only in this way that one can reach the King

• Artist:Motty Steinmetz
• Album:Haneshama Bekirbi