I love, I love you
I love, I love you

K'shehayinu yeladim
Ahavnu b'sodei sodot
El mi hayinu nechmadim
Rak l'dodim ul'dodot

When we were children,
we never spoke of love (except secretly)
To whom were we "nice"?
Only to uncles and aunts.

V'habanot hamiskenot savlu
Hametukot hen rak makot kiblu
V'et mah shehirgashnu be'emet
Lachashnu rak bisfat habeit

And the poor girls suffered,
the sweet ones only were hit.
And what we truly felt,
we whispered only in "B-language" (baby talk)

Ahavah, hi milah yafah
Hi t'filah yafah, hi safah
Ahavah, hi elai tovah
Hi tamid titgabeir
Uvisfat ahavah nedaber

Love, it is a beautiful word
A beautiful prayer, a language
Love, it is good to me
It will overcome all
And we will speak the language of love.

Ani cholem v'kam shalosh milim
Umahu ha'olam? Shalosh milim.
V'zeh mah she'ani margish k'eit.
Mamash k'mo az. S'fat habeit

I dream, and three words appear
And what is the world? Only three words
And this is how I feel now
Truly just as then --"B-language" (in baby talk)