Mishehu Holech Tamid Iti

There were warm days, days of trouble
My face dried up like parched earth
I stood in the field, but I couldn't harvest
I asked, I fished, for what reason?

The winter hit me again like a sharp sword
And the view closed off in both my eyes
And from the depths of the trees, I saw the sadness
I asked, I fished, until when?

But at evening time
I'm the spirit of the evening
A ghost doesn't fly on my roof
I know it
I hear it
Someone always walks with me

But at evening time
I'm the spirit of the evening
A ghost doesn't fly on my roof
I know it
I hear it
Someone always walks with me

I remember in my solitude, I scream
I raised my face with both my hands
The pain I split, I'm bread with butter
I asked, indeed, is it worth it?

My prayers I raise like this, hallelujah
Still whispering, my lips from the pain
I know someone is above
Seeing a light shining in my window

But at evening time