Night Tel-Aviv is fresh and vivid
The breeze is playing with the sand.
An aircraft prepares for landing -
Ben-Gurion awaits for guests.
Today I celebrate New Year,
On seashore bench, with pen and notes.
It means another brand-new era,
With better life and fresher thoughts.
I hear the sound over water,
No, neither joking nor mistake -
It's real: man with golden trumpet
Plays near the sea some loud bake.
His notes are simple, not too melodic,
Like horn in scout's morning camp:
Courage and ardour in accordance
Released by happy, healthy soul.
I understand, I feel its beauty,
I too would like to play the horn.
I raise and sing my silent hymnals
To praise the country I adore.
Just ten simple notes, just night and sound,
I'll not forget in all my life
New Year, Israel, and trumpet,
We two, and seashore, and delight.
Tel-Aviv
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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