Lying on my bed in the tent,
staring at your picture above me,
The radio is playing a medley
of love songs for Shabbat.
I came out of the shower,
took out of my bag my best white t-shirt,
Soon the sun will set,
and we will light the fourth Sabbat candles.
One month without you, I don't want it
but the tears wet the words.
One month without you, I miss you so much;
I dream of the two of us hand in hand
running on the beach, just like kids.
Friday night, the dining room,
I come back from my guard shift and go to sleep.
I dream of mum cooking
and dad sings and makes the Kidush.
And you are in your room wearing Shabbat clothes, your eyes are sad, you are lonely,
Think of your lover coming back to you,
my princess from the tales.
One month......
A Shabat sun is shining,
a dusty road between empty tents,
A couple of doves in the sky,
flying into the clouds.
staring at your picture above me,
The radio is playing a medley
of love songs for Shabbat.
I came out of the shower,
took out of my bag my best white t-shirt,
Soon the sun will set,
and we will light the fourth Sabbat candles.
One month without you, I don't want it
but the tears wet the words.
One month without you, I miss you so much;
I dream of the two of us hand in hand
running on the beach, just like kids.
Friday night, the dining room,
I come back from my guard shift and go to sleep.
I dream of mum cooking
and dad sings and makes the Kidush.
And you are in your room wearing Shabbat clothes, your eyes are sad, you are lonely,
Think of your lover coming back to you,
my princess from the tales.
One month......
A Shabat sun is shining,
a dusty road between empty tents,
A couple of doves in the sky,
flying into the clouds.