Erev Shel Shoshanim (Evening of Lilies) - Haparvarim

Evening of Lilies Evening of lilies! Let's go out to the garden. Myrrh and balsam and frankincense Are a threshold for your feet. Evening of lilies! Let's go out to the garden. Myrrh and balsam and frankincense Are a threshold for your feet. Night is descending slowly And a breeze of lilies is blowing. Come, I'll whisper you a song in secret, A melody of love. Night is descending slowly And a breeze of lilies is blowing. Come, I'll whisper you a song in secret, A melody of love. At dawn, a dove is cooing. Your head is full of dew. Your mouth is a lily to the morning That I'll pluck for myself. At dawn, a dove is cooing. Your head is full of dew. Your mouth is a lily to the morning That I'll pluck for myself. * Erev shel Shoshanim Érev shel shoshaním, Netséna el habustán. Mor, besamím ulevoná Leragleichá miftán. Érev shel shoshaním, Netséna el habustán. Mor, besamím ulevoná Leragleichá miftán. Láila yoréd leát, Verúach shoshán noshvá. Hàva elchásh lach shir balát, Zémer shel ahavá. Láila yoréd leát, Verúach shoshán noshvá. Hàva elchásh lach shir balát, Zémer shel ahavá. Sháchar homá yoná. Roshéch maalé tlalím. Pich el habóker shoshaná Ektefénu li. Sháchar homá yoná. Roshéch maalé tlalím. Pich el habóker shoshaná Ektefénu li.