CD Title: Achinoam Nini Gil Dor Live
In her eyes
Grey clouds disperse into four winds
A dry riverbed becomes full, green grass covers
And the horizon is opened.
To the skies
A pair of eyes
Looking, searching, diving into the cold blue
Hovering in the air towards the gold that illuminates
Her soft hair.
Mishaela, what do you see?
What is in your heart that laughs at the desolate silence?
So my eyes she will open, one rainbow in the east
And it is enough with this.
(Isn't it enough for me, enough for me with this?
And isn't it enough with this?)