NOGILOH (Rejoice:): Levy Falkowitz

Rejoice, this is the Day that the Lord has Made (Psalm 118: 24)

Rejoice

 Seekers of the Lord, seed of Abraham His beloved

who delay departing the Sabbath, yet rush to enter

Seekers of G-D, seed of Abraham His beloved

who delay departing the Sabbath, yet rush to enter

This is the day the Lord hath made rejoice

R-r-r-r-rejoice and be glad in it

This is the day G-D hath made rejoice

R-r-r-r-rejoice and be glad in it

Eyreyrararam…

Nogiloh נגילה

OriginalTransliteration
דורשי השם זרע אברהם אוהבו
המאחרים לצאת מן השבת וממהרים לבא
דורשי השם זרע אברהם אוהבו
המאחרים לצאת מן השבת וממהרים לבא
זה היום עשה השם נגילה
נ-נ-נ-נ-נגילה ונשמחה בו
זה היום עשה השם נגילה
נ-נ-נ-נ-נגילה ונשמחה בו
….איירייראראראם

ODEH: Yoni Z

 

ENGLISH SUBTITLES

YEHI RATZON (May it be Your Will)

May It Be Your Will

May our desires
be directed by You
May our desires be directed by You
May it be Your will, Hashem our G-D
May it be the way of Torah
May it be the way of Torah
and let not our heart be sick
and let not our heart be anguished
Nor our eyes darkened
May it be the way of Torah in this world
May it be and be in us forever

Yehi Ratzon

OriginalTransliteration
יהי רצון
מלפניך
יהי רצון מלפניך
יהי רצון מלפניך ה’ אלהינו
שתהא תורתך אומנותנו
שתהא תורתך אומנותנו
ואל ידוה לבנו
ואל ידוה לבנו
ואל יחשכו עינינו
שתהא תורתך אומנותנו בעולם הזה

MODEH ANI (I Give Thanks)

ON WAKING IN THE MORNING

This is a song of thanksgiving.  Beautiful. Each phrase perfectly constructed..  First rendition is more traditional, but it’s subtitled. Listen to it first, then go to the one by the boys.  Their rendering is their own.

SUNG BY TZEMED YELED

 

THIS ONE SUNG BY SIMCHA LEINER

 

HERE THE SONG IS *ATTEMPTED* BY THE REBE & A FEW YOUNG FELLOWS WHO HAVE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK!

At least we can give thanks that drunken young buds, themselves, wish to give thanks.

 

 

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I offer my thanks to you

I offer my thanks to you, every morning
For having returned me my soul1
I offer my thanks to you for the clothes
You have laid on my body
To keep me from the cold, you protect me
I offer my thanks to you, every morning
For the light, for the fact that I am alive
I thank you for the bread
You have put on my table
So I won’t know hunger, and so I wo’t feel pain
I offer my thanks to you for my countless smiles
For my talents and for all my songs
All of my songs are Idedicted to you
Know, know that I thank you
I will cry for you, your glorious name, I will call for you ya2
For you my life for you my thanks
I will call for you ya, I will call for you ya
I offer my thanks to you, every morning
For the strength, for my father and for my mother
I offer my thanks to you, for the rain you poured on my fields
To care for my loved ones, you gave me my life
  • 1. According to judaisim god takes the soul at night, and returns it in the morning. For this jews thank god as part as the modeh ani prayer(not this song).
  • 2. A way to call god in judaism.

MATANOT KTANOT (Small Gifts):

MATANOT KTANOT 
Zeh od yom shishi noshem et ha’avir
Ahor ve’atzel mesachakim shoov tofeset
Ashulchan aruch tmunot yaldut al akir
Shayarot levenot chozrot mibet kneset
Ve’are’ach azeh shesoret li et alev
Mitganev mitganev vepote’ach dlatot
El osher ktan, el oto shir yashan
She’over etzlenu bemeshech dorot
Chorus:
Matanot ktanot
Mishehu shalach li matanot ktanot
Resisim shel kavana higulim shel emuna
Matanot ktanot
Kmo hako’ach lekabel et ma she’en et ma sheyesh
Ma od efshar kvar levakesh?

Zeh od yom shishi mirpeset ve’iton
Ashemesh kmo ade’agot le’at nimcheket
Manginot pshutot zochalot me’achalon
Ve’shum sehara kvar lo tastir po et asheket

Chorus:
Matanot ktanot –
Mishehu shalach li matanot ktanot…..

Ki banu bacharta , ve’otanu kidashta
Baruch ata adon_i mekadesh ashabat

Ve’are’ach hazeh shesoret li et halev
Mitganev mitganev vepote’ach dlatot
El osher ktan, el oto shir yashan
She’over etzleinu bemeshech dorot

 
SMALL GIFTS 
Another Friday, breathing the air,
Light and shadow are playing “tag” again.
The table is set, childhood photos on the wall,
White processions are returning from shul,
And that smell which scratches my heart-
Sneaking in and opening doors
To a small joy, to the same old song
which is being passed along for generations.
Chorus:
Small gifts
Someone has sent me small gifts
Shrapnels of intent, circles of belief
Small gifts –
Such as the strength to accept what I lack and what I possess
What more can one ask for?

Another Friday- balcony and newspaper,
The sun, like worries, is slowly being erased,
Simple melodies crawl through the window
and there is no longer any storm which can hide the silence.

Chorus:
Small gifts –
Someone has sent me small gifts…

For thou hast chosen us and sanctified us…
Blessed art thou, G-d, sanctifier of the Sabbath.

 
מתנות קטנות
Hebrew words

KOL DODI (My Uncle’s [Lord’s] Voice): Ishay Ribo

 

[A rough translation]

 

My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice:  here it comes is what they say

To remove all the bad and to lift us high

From the Depth of earth and to awaken those who sleep with a horn’s cheer.

 

My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice here it comes:

This is the word which is spread, even infants capture  its prophecy;

So let’s welcome Him with drums,

Sing to him, cheer for him, how blessed are His people.

 

[With His coming] all lies disappear, all the deer of the fields

Will dance, will leap over the mountains: not for fear of the foxes or the ravine;

For from that very chasm live water flows to water the Lily of the Valley,

To raise a Temple which will put away all suffering.

 

My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice is pulsing [upon us]:

Open wide my sons, it’s time for your redemption; I say

Enough of your troubles. To you, Rachel, I come promising

No more tears; you will cry no longer.

 

Can you not almost smell the Messiah, more than any peddler’s powder?

Hello to you. My pure Uncle [Lord] pours out your anger [your fear]

upon the rocks  – shattering. With Him

There is great mercy; no memory can contain

All His compassion.

 

My Uncle’s [Lord’s] voice is here… *

 

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