From the depths
 I called out to you
 [bad word] to me
 Upon your return, the light will return to my eyes 
I'm not finished, I'm not leaving the touch of your hands 
May [bad word] and light up to the sound of your laughter 
From the depths
 I called out to you
 [bad word] to me 
Against the moon that lights your way back to me 
They spread out and melted against the touch of your hands
 In your ears I whisper, and ask
 Who's that calling out to you tonight? 
Listen up 
Who sings out loud to you, to your window? Who gave his soul so you'd be happy?
 Who will give a hand and build your home? Who will give his life, and put it beneath yours?
 Who will live as dust beneath your feet? Who will love you more than all other loves? Who will save you from every living spirit? © Idan Raichel Project