Kolot [English translation]

The voices of wanderers, the voices of children,

And the voice of the lost... still looking for comfort.

The sound of tears, the sound of legends

And the motherly voice... whisper a blessing.

Silence comes from the sky

And sings to me a Song of Ascents

Something near and good, something opening eyes.

That I suddenly notice the voices.

The voices that care away, suffering voices

And a voice of hope... which thirsty for love.

The sound of words, the voices of Psalms,

Voices of prayers... that issue from the soul.

Silence comes from the sky

And sings to me a Song of Ascents

Something near and good, something opening eyes.

That I suddenly notice the voices.

Silence comes from the sky

And sings to me a Song of Ascents

Something near and good, something opening eyes.

That I suddenly notice the voices.

Silence comes from the sky

And sings to me a Song of Ascents

Something near and good, something opening eyes.

That I suddenly notice the voices.

The voices...

• Artist:Ya'akov Shwekey