מים מתוקים [Mayim Metukim] [English translation]

my lover is like a desert land

she doesn’t give her self away

never an audience to my play

even when i have her in my hand

she rejects my flattery

but it is than, that my love for her grows wild and free

my lover is like a desert land

she has a shining clean purity

and if I am a little dirty

even when i have her in my hand

she won’t let me close, won’t yield to me

but it is than, that my love for her grows wild and free

she doesn’t like it when i speak

she says that all my lies than leak

even when I’m whist

as if i don’t worth

a spit

surely she doesn’t forget

and still doesn’t exempt

as time goes

she would have left

unless she thought, maybe, that

she’ll find sweet water between my doors

my lover is like a desert land

she stings like a scorpion, hurts like the stone’s end

she goes through the bone like a cold eastern wind

even when i have her in my hand

leaves me high and dry, abandons me

but it is than, that my love for her grows wild and free

but it is than, that my love for her grows wild and free

but it is than, that my love for her grows wild and free

• Artist:Meir Ariel