שביל תפוח הזהב [Shvil tapuakh ha-zahav] [English translation]

In a simple dress and with a wild flower

You're walking slowly

Alone along the trails

Your only dream is like a star

Lonely somewhere afar

And to the orchard came the golden bloom.

Do you remember the days

Of love under trees' shade

The trail, the sound of flute

The golden apple

Do you remember

The blooms

My bare feet

The sound of flute, the golden peel

Of the apple, of the apple

You are a poet whose poem is lost

Who looks among the trails for something to remind...

And when I'm in your dream

Basking in your love

It's the trail of golden apple

It's the apple

And when I'm your captive

With a jeans, a ribbon and a braid

And what's left, what's left?

Don't despair, don't regret

Yes, we still have what to reminisce

Both of us are left with a dream

Are left with a distant dream

Both of us are left with a distant dream

And we came here just to be silent

• Artist:Ofra Haza