Safe journeys to all the fans of Angel Watchers, wherever you may be.
Bashana Haba'Ah (Anytime Of The Year)
Music by Nurit Hirsh, lyrics by Ehud Manor
Bashana haba'ah
Neishev al hamirpeset
V'nispor tziporim nod'dot
Y'ladim b'chufsha
Y'sachaku tofeset
Bein habayit l'vein hasadot
Od tir'eh od tir'eh
Kama tov yihiyeh
Bashana bashana haba'ah (2x)
Anavim adumim
Yav'shilu ad ha'erev
V'yug'shu tson'nim lashulchan
V'ruchot r'dumim
Yis'u el eim haderech
Itonim y'shanim v'anan
Od tir'eh od tir'eh
Kama tov yihiyeh
Bashana bashana haba'ah (2x)
Bashana haba'ah
Nifros kapot yadayim
Mul ha'or hanigar halavan
Anafa l'vana
Tifros ka'or k'nafayim
V'hashemesh tizrach b'tochan
Od tir'eh od tir'eh
Kama tov yihiyeh
Neishev al hamirpeset
V'nispor tziporim nod'dot
Y'ladim b'chufsha
Y'sachaku tofeset
Bein habayit l'vein hasadot
Od tir'eh od tir'eh
Kama tov yihiyeh
Bashana bashana haba'ah (2x)
Anavim adumim
Yav'shilu ad ha'erev
V'yug'shu tson'nim lashulchan
V'ruchot r'dumim
Yis'u el eim haderech
Itonim y'shanim v'anan
Od tir'eh od tir'eh
Kama tov yihiyeh
Bashana bashana haba'ah (2x)
Bashana haba'ah
Nifros kapot yadayim
Mul ha'or hanigar halavan
Anafa l'vana
Tifros ka'or k'nafayim
V'hashemesh tizrach b'tochan
Od tir'eh od tir'eh
Kama tov yihiyeh
Bashana bashana haba'ah (2x)
English Translation
Next year we will sit on the porch
And count all the birds.
Children on vacation will play catch
Between the house in the fields.
You will see how good it will be
Next year.
Red grapes will ripen by evening
And be served cold to the table.
Pleasant breezes will blow on to the roads
Old newspapers and clouds.
Next year we will spread out our open hands
Into the bright white light.
A white branch will spread force in light its wings
And the sun will rise in their midst.
And count all the birds.
Children on vacation will play catch
Between the house in the fields.
You will see how good it will be
Next year.
Red grapes will ripen by evening
And be served cold to the table.
Pleasant breezes will blow on to the roads
Old newspapers and clouds.
Next year we will spread out our open hands
Into the bright white light.
A white branch will spread force in light its wings
And the sun will rise in their midst.
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