My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers

It's hard, it's hard when a longing in front of the moon
Is here for a while and than escapes, the crying is chasing after it
It's hard, it's hard when a longing in front of the moon
Is here for a while and than escapes, the crying is chasing after it
Sometimes the wind brings a good, familiar smell
Strokes now, listening
To you singing

Not a starlight
You are now
With me, with me, as if real
Like back than

Come along, come along
See the fire in your eyes
And you come with me, with me
Sometimes the wind brings a good, familiar smell
Strokes now, listening

Not a starlight
You are now
With me, with me, as if real
Like back then

My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers
My soul is hoping for the warm heart's prayers

Not a starlight
With me, with me, as if real
Like back then..

From Boaz Mauda-The fire in your eyes~Israel...