Musiс: Mordechai Ze'ira
Lyrics: Ya'akov Orland
I'll sing you an ancient song,
I'll sing you a tune about a rose
A song from way back when
two roses, two roses.
It was long ago that day,
one was white, the other red.
Children of one garden, like two brothers,
grew leaves, grew thorns.
The time came, the morning a pale shade
the white opened its eyes,
the evening came and the day went down
the red one closed its eyes.
And in the nights, in the nights
winds blew in them slightly.
How they sprouted until one rose,
the hand that picked one rose,
and it isn't known until today -
the white or the red.
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