English Lyrics

Emek choresh sod yilbashu
Shemesh kvar chovkah heharim
Merchavim yachdav ragashu
Mi yordah el hakramim

PIZMON
An telechi
An tasuri lvadech
Ei darkech yordah
Sapri li Na'ama
Sod li kat, asuach li badad
Laruchot eigal sodi...

Habotzrim shiram yaronah
Bakramim haruach shat
Tziporim afot tzafona
Na'ama shara balat

PIZMON

Translation

The valley, the grove - will wear a secret.
The sun already hugs the hills.
The countryside is stirred -
Who is it, going down to the vineyards?

[Chorus:]
"Where will you go, to where will
you turn, all by yourself?
Where does your path descend?
Tell me, Na'ama."
"I have a little secret,
I'll tell myself alone.
I'll reveal it to the winds."

The grape pickers sing joyfully.
A wind sails through the vineyards.
Birds fly north.
Na'ama sings secretly.