Ah! The foreign lands are taking happiness from him
My Tzivaeri*
My flower with the beautiful smell

Slowly and humbly

Ah! It was me who sent him there

My Tzivaeri
With my own will
Slowly i step on the ground


Ah! To be damned foerign lands
My Tzivaeri

You and your good
Slowly and humbly


Ah! That you take my little child
My Tzivaeri
And you made him yours

Slowly i step on the ground