היה זה בערב סגריר [H'ya Ze B'Ever Sagrir] [English translation]

It was on a rainy evening

the rain fell in the city streets

i sat on a bench watching the road

all is still here and no one is passing

My boredom grew, the evening was very cold

go to sleep Gili because is it already late

she came suddenly despite the cold weather

the sleep fled when the girl came to him1

I thought it over a few times, this does not happen often

i jumped on the reality like every young man would

the dawn broke and the dew fell

embracing each other, enjoying life

It was in the morning, the sun already shining

i said "hello" to her and she just laughed

if you are intelligent, profit from this

to sit on a bench is not dangerous

1. lit: the story started

• Artist:Zohar Argov