He came from the fields that were painted
In colors of gold, in front the morning horizon [bad word] back", he calls for [bad word] back to [bad word] back to the
Kid \the boy, that is in love with you

From your voice, he hears painful news
Love that flows\sheds between the lines,
(you are) writing a letter, the words are long
peace of paper, that left\ gave him hope\ a reason to wait

Like a knight, that lost his horse in the sands
Like a falling star, without any asked wishes
To your heart he is calling, and he looks (for you) again,
Praying, asking, [bad word] she didn't see"?
That I was intended for her, that I was born for her,
That I called for her and asked……

And one day she arrived here, from the blue horizon
Dressed beautifully, in a white dress,
Like a bride, that waits for the groom [bad word] For him, she is an angel, she is divine, like some one that is beyond time

Like a knight, that lost his horse in the sands
Like a falling star, without any asked wishes
To your heart he is calling, and he looks (for you) again,
Praying, and asking, [bad word] she didn't see"?
That I was intended for her, that I was born for her,
That I called for her and I asked her to stay

Like an addict, that is forbidden to love, but still loves you
The beauty that is within you, is still engraved in his heart
The years have gone, and he still loves her
He is the kid\the boy, that fall in love with you

הוא בא משדות בצבעים של זהב
אל מול התכלת שקמה עכשיו
שובי קורא לך, שובי אליו
שובי אל ילד שבך מאוהב

מקולך הוא שומע כואבות הבשורות
אהבה שזולגת מבין השורות
כותבת מכתב, המילים ארוכות
דף שהשאיר לו תקוות לחכות 

כמו אביר שאיבד את סוסו בחולות
כמו כוכב שנופל אך ללא משאלות
אל ליבך הוא קורא והוא שוב מסתכל
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