Lyrics and translation עפרה חזה - Hakotel

Hakotel

Amda na′ara mul hakotel
S'fatayim keirva v′santeir.
Amra li, t'kiyot hashofar chazakot hein
Aval hash'tika od yoteir.
Amra li, Tziyon, Har Habayit
Shatka li, hag′mul v′hazchut.
Uma shezahar al mitzcha ben arbayim
Haya argaman shel malchut.
Hakotel - eizov v'atzevet
Hakotel - oferet vadam
Yesh anashim im lev shel even.
Yesh avanim im lev adam.
Amad hatzanchan mul hakotel
Mikawl maklachto, rak echad
Amar li, lamavet ein dmut
Ach yesh koter -
Rak tish′a millimeter bilvad.
Amar li, eineni domei'a
V′shav v'hishpil mabatim
Ach saba sheli, Elohim hayodei′a,
Kavur kan b'Har Hazeitim.
Hakotel...
Amda bish'chorim mul hakotel
Imo shel echad min hachir
Amra li, einav na′ari hadolkot hein
V′lo haneirot shebakir.
Amra li, eineni roshemet
Shum petek litmon ben s'dakav
Ki ma shenatati lakotel rak emesh
Gadol mimilim umik′tav.

Hakotel

I stand as a maiden by the Western Wall,
My lips are like a honeycomb and my hair is luxuriant.
Tell me, are the blasts of the shofar strong,
But your silence is even more deafening.
Tell me, Zion, Temple Mount,
Describe to me the ruins and the splendour.
And the nation that once dwelt among you, forty years ago,
Was clothed in the purple of royalty.
The Western Wall - how mighty and firm,
The Western Wall - a beacon of both joy and sorrow,
There are people with hearts of stone.
There are stones with human hearts.
A paratrooper stood by the Western Wall,
His weapon in his hand, just one.
He said to me, death has no form,
But there is a wall -
Just nine millimetres thick.
He said to me, I am not a believer,
And I bowed my head in shame.
But my grandfather, who knew God,
Is buried here on the Mount of Olives.
The Western Wall...
An old woman stands by the Western Wall,
The mother of one of the fallen.
She said to me, the eyes of my young son are burning,
Not like the lights in the city.
She said to me, I am not angry,
Only sad that his bed is empty.
For all I have left of my son is the truth,
Greater than words and letters.