Rov Ha'Sha'ot (Most of the Hours) - The Idan Raichel Project, Ilan Damti

Most of the hours that remained

Were filled with love

For most of the days that escaped us

She was with me and I was with her

In most of the songs that filled the room

I was a raging storm

And what is left at the end from the break

For most of the time is the silence

In most of the escapes and bursts of anger

I remember a frigid wind

In most of the winds and storms

At days end she returned

In most of the songs, still remember her face

Touching

Not touching

And a tear of silence

Through most of the tears,

The room’s reflection

As if commanding her life to end in bed

There are days left

And they are many

And they are hers

And there are hours that are filled entirely with her scent

And most of the time she remained

An when she wasn’t weeping

One way

Or another

I remain hers