歌曲 | Bein Kirot Beitialls |
歌手 | The Idan Raichel Project |
专辑 | Bein Kirot Beiti |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Here within my walls | |
Everything is shut | |
And no one will intrude | |
Faced with my silent walls, not a whisper will enter | |
Within the borders of my home | |
No obstacle lies | |
Within the room’s many paths | |
No sun will burn | |
And no shadow will dim | |
And no storm will gush | |
And no rain will wash | |
And no small opening will frighten | |
And not a thing can burn my walls | |
For everything is protected | |
From any menace at the gate | |
Within my walls | |
There is no one who will leave | |
Here within my walls | |
Silence lurks | |
Grey and comforting | |
Against the threatening street | |
Is a drawn curtain and candlelight | |
Here within my walls there is a memory, | |
A letter under the door | |
And not a voice to cry | |
And not a soul to answer | |
And no pain will remain | |
For my walls are a comforting white | |
And there are no stains of blood | |
Or bruises | |
Or tears of the heart | |
Of course all is foretold – you know | |
Within the walls no flower | |
Will wilt before its time |
Here within my walls | |
Everything is shut | |
And no one will intrude | |
Faced with my silent walls, not a whisper will enter | |
Within the borders of my home | |
No obstacle lies | |
Within the room' s many paths | |
No sun will burn | |
And no shadow will dim | |
And no storm will gush | |
And no rain will wash | |
And no small opening will frighten | |
And not a thing can burn my walls | |
For everything is protected | |
From any menace at the gate | |
Within my walls | |
There is no one who will leave | |
Here within my walls | |
Silence lurks | |
Grey and comforting | |
Against the threatening street | |
Is a drawn curtain and candlelight | |
Here within my walls there is a memory, | |
A letter under the door | |
And not a voice to cry | |
And not a soul to answer | |
And no pain will remain | |
For my walls are a comforting white | |
And there are no stains of blood | |
Or bruises | |
Or tears of the heart | |
Of course all is foretold you know | |
Within the walls no flower | |
Will wilt before its time |
Here within my walls | |
Everything is shut | |
And no one will intrude | |
Faced with my silent walls, not a whisper will enter | |
Within the borders of my home | |
No obstacle lies | |
Within the room' s many paths | |
No sun will burn | |
And no shadow will dim | |
And no storm will gush | |
And no rain will wash | |
And no small opening will frighten | |
And not a thing can burn my walls | |
For everything is protected | |
From any menace at the gate | |
Within my walls | |
There is no one who will leave | |
Here within my walls | |
Silence lurks | |
Grey and comforting | |
Against the threatening street | |
Is a drawn curtain and candlelight | |
Here within my walls there is a memory, | |
A letter under the door | |
And not a voice to cry | |
And not a soul to answer | |
And no pain will remain | |
For my walls are a comforting white | |
And there are no stains of blood | |
Or bruises | |
Or tears of the heart | |
Of course all is foretold you know | |
Within the walls no flower | |
Will wilt before its time |