צילו של יום קיץ [Tzilo shel yom kaitz] [English translation]

How an I forget your icy stare, your silent scare of a stranger I caused sudden pain?

And that the love you gave - it tastes so sad, the bed unmade is the witness that drives me insane.

I invaded your body, you invaded my soul, and from this we departed.

Now, the smell of your hair, and the softness of skin, and your eyes got me haunted, in the glimmer of day.

I imagine your face, with the smile on your lips, and it’s keeping me daunted. Comes and goes away.

Dusty windows of an empty street contrive deceit, they just seem to be looking for you.

And still I hope that, as the moments fly, you may go by, and your eyes will be searching for mine.

And this feeling so keen, just like singing off key. I don’t know what it’s doing.

Seeing the dimple on your chin and the turn of your head, but the image is moving and fading ahead.

Feeling the silk of your skin, smelling hay in your hair in the heat of the Summer, all fading away.

Now I’m feeling your touch, I am tasting your skin in the heat of the Summer, all fading away.

Tasting the honey of lips smelling hay in your hair in the heat of the Summer, all fading away……….

• Artist:Izhar Ashdot