She doesn't have any words, you are silent like thunder
You keep the pain inside
An arrow of my heart comes from the mountains to you.
The warmness of your heart never boils (gets furious)
You guard all of your love
And my heart leaves the mountains to you.
To the light
From the mountains my voice calls to you
To the light
The daughter of the Cananites, between the flocks
To you.
She doesn't have a shield, you fall and get up
All of the songs on vehicles of brass
The fire of my heart will guard over you from the mountains
The shade of your body walks with me
The myrrh (tree sap) of your lips on my dry lips
My heart I send to you from the mountains.
To the light
From the mountains my voice calls to you
To the light
The daughter of the Cananites, between the flocks
To you.
