Idioma Origen:
Refrão
Shalom chavèr, kasheh li lèdabèr
Kol yom she over, kasheh yotèr
Rotsah lomar lecha harbeh dvarim,
Migodel hake'ev ein li milim, ein li milim
Kmo etz natu'a, zekuf, yadu'a
Ruach muzarah shorasha v'akrah
Gadal ha'etz bemishich hashanim
Tipes, tipes, nag'a b'ananim
Hiniv pirot v tsil l'ayfim
Kederech hatev'a
V chmo ha'etz gadal gam ha adam
N'chalato rotseh kmo kulam
Ha'el natan ve-rak ha el yikach
Atah li chaver ve-ach
Gadal ha'etz bemishich hashanim
Tipes, tipes, nag'a b'ananim
Hiniv pirot v tsil l'ayfim
Kederech hatev'a
V'chmo ha'etz gadal gam ha adam
N'chalato rotseh kmo kulam
Ha el natan verak ha el ykach
GOODBYE FRIEND
Refrain
Goodbye friend, I find it hard to talk
each day that passes, it gets harder
I want to say a lot of things to you
I have no words, due to the magnitude of the pain
I have no words
(x2)
Like a familiar, planted tree that stands tall
A strange wind plucked its roots
The tree grew over the years
Climbed and climbed until it touched the sky
Gave fruits and shadow to the tired
as is nature's way
Like the tree a man grows up as well
Wants an estate of his own like everyone
God gave and only God will take
You are my friend and brother
Atah li chaver ve'ach
Idioma Destino:
Refrão
Shalom chavèr, kasheh li lèdabèr
Kol yom she over, kasheh yotèr
Rotsah lomar lecha harbeh dvarim,
Migodel hake'ev ein li milim, ein li milim
Kmo etz natu'a, zekuf, yadu'a
Ruach muzarah shorasha v'akrah
Gadal ha'etz bemishich hashanim
Tipes, tipes, nag'a b'ananim
Hiniv pirot v tsil l'ayfim
Kederech hatev'a
V chmo ha'etz gadal gam ha adam
N'chalato rotseh kmo kulam
Ha'el natan ve-rak ha el yikach
Atah li chaver ve-ach
Gadal ha'etz bemishich hashanim
Tipes, tipes, nag'a b'ananim
Hiniv pirot v tsil l'ayfim
Kederech hatev'a
V'chmo ha'etz gadal gam ha adam
N'chalato rotseh kmo kulam
Ha el natan verak ha el ykach
GOODBYE FRIEND
Refrain
Goodbye friend, I find it hard to talk
each day that passes, it gets harder
I want to say a lot of things to you
I have no words, due to the magnitude of the pain
I have no words
(x2)
Like a familiar, planted tree that stands tall
A strange wind plucked its roots
The tree grew over the years
Climbed and climbed until it touched the sky
Gave fruits and shadow to the tired
as is nature's way
Like the tree a man grows up as well
Wants an estate of his own like everyone
God gave and only God will take
You are my friend and brother
Atah li chaver ve'ach