Marionettes lyrics

Lyrics: Leah Goldberg Music: Nini / Dor Transliteration:Zeh hayah miktsat banaliAl mirpeset karnevalitShepanas shachach aleyahLehashgiach be'oroNifgeshu behesach da'at:Hu dover, vehi shomaat,,Hi pieretah -hu piero.Veulay hi lo pieretah,Veulay, ulay pashut,Hi bubah, marioneta,Shemoshchim otah bechut.Im zeh kach o im acheretIm acheret o im kachHi, vaday, mecho'eret,"Gizratech nechmedet gveret!"Hu omer vene'enach.Aval hi me'od shoteket,Ut'shuvah befiah ein,Umakah beshot hasheketHu matchil lehitchanen:"Biglalech ered el shachat,"Mabataich kemiklachat,"Me'alay beyom tamuz -"Min harosh ad ktse hana'al,"At toseset bi kera'al,"tni li, tni li, lu lerega,"milibech chatsi achuz!"Az bekol rachok vezar loBeoktavah elyonah,Kimsacheket be"don karlos"Hi omeret veonah:S'ancor si piange in cieloPiangi sul mio doloreE porta il pianto mioAl trono del signor"Lu teda, kamah nil'eiti"Set goral marioneti"Hen atah shoteh, piero!"Hatipshut lecha masoret,"Vlihiot misken tsuveita"Ad ichlu k
ol hadorot"...Zeh hayah miktsat banaliAl mirpeset karnevalitShepanas shachach aleyahLehashgiach beoroNifgeshu behesach daat:Hu dover, vehi shomaat,Hi pieretah -hu piero.Translation:In a very silly costume On a carnivalish street Where the street-lamp was Particularly low... They met as-a-matter-of-fact She would listen, he would chat She - pierrette He - pierrot Perhaps she's really not pierrette Maybe that is just the thing She's a dull marionette That you handle with a string But oh, what difference does it make For to pierrot's adoring eye She really is good looking "Ma'am, you're positively cooking" He will tell her, with a sigh. But she is very quiet It is clear she'll never heed She must be on a verbal diet, So he begins to plead: "You will drive me down to hell With the shower of your glances Burning rain of cruel romances That is tearing me apart! From my hat to my shoe-lace I am poisoned and disgraced Would you please give me a taste A small percentage of
your heart!" Then suddenly, she spoketh In a very high register, As if she were performing in Don Carlos She said: "mister... (opera, in Italianâ�‚�¦) â�‚��“Do you know I'm sick and tired Of a fate of being wired Oh, pierrot, your thickness is a crime! You've fallen to a foolish swoon Pathetically you cringe and croon Your destiny is sealed, for all of time!â�‚�� In a very silly costume On a carnivalish street Where the street-lamp was particularly low... They met as-a-matter-of-fact She would listen, he would chat She - pierrette He - pierrot