you remember the
days
of love between
the shadow of trees
and the path,
sound of flute
golden apple
you remember
all the blooms
and my bare feet
sound of flute,
golden peels
that in the apple
that in the apple
you are the poet
who lost a song
and you're looking
for between the paths
something
that will remind you...yes yes
and when I'm in
your dream
deep in your
love
this is the golden
apple path
this is the apple
and when i am
captured by you
in jeans, ribbon
and a braid
and what's left?
yes what's left?
Don't despair
, don't be sorry
yes yes, there's
still a need to remember
for both of us
the dream remains
remains the far
dream
for both of us
the dream remains
We came here
only to be in silence
you remember the
days
of love between
the shadow of trees
and the path,
sound of flute
golden apple
you remember
all the blooms
and my bare feet
sound of flute,
golden peels
that in the apple
that in the apple
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& Translation by Omer Mizrachi