Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

Hora, hora, hora, hora

Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

Hora, hora, hora, hora

Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ki mi'Tsion tetsei Torah
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai
Ud'var Adonai mi'rushalai'im

Ki mi'Tsion

ישעיהו 2:3 : כִּי מִצִּיּוֹן תֵּצֵא תוֹרָה, וּדְבַר-יְהוָה מִירוּשָׁלִָם

Isaiah 2:3 : car c'est de Sion que sort la doctrine et de Jérusalem la parole du Seigneur

source : http://www.sefarim.fr/

Det var i Södern en solig morgon
och på ett myllrande salutorg
Där gick en yngling och sålde blommor
som han bar framför sig i en korg
”- Vad kostar rosorna?”, hörs en stämma
”- Du har väl brutit dem ganska nyss?”
”-Oh Senorita, blott för er skönhet
ska ni få fem stycken för en kyss!”

Så rosenröda var flickans läppar
Precis som blommorna som han bar
Och utav glimten i mörka ögon
Så visste han redan hennes svar
Hon såg på ynglingen -skön som dagen-
Och stod där tvekande och så tyst
Hon skulle säkert köpt hela lagret
blott för att en enda gång bli kysst.

När de sen de vackraste röda rosor
Hon ur hans korg noga hade valt
Så gav hon ynglingen sina läppar
och han tog länge och bra betalt
Sen sågs hon dagligen gå till torget
och köper blommor på samma vis
Men han drev handel ej blott för ros skull
och dag för dag höjde han sitt pris
 
Nu åren svunnit och de är gifta
En dag så fick de varann’ till slut
Men han går fortfarande på torget
Och säljer blommor på samma vis
Visst får han än senoritas kyssar
Men deras köpkraft har flytt sin kos
Ty varje kväll räknar hon hans kassa
Det får ej saknas en enda ros

Ty varje kväll räknar hon hans kassa
Det får ej saknas en enda ros

Merci à Richard pour sa transcription

I'm just an old-fashioned girl, with an old-fashioned mind
Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

I'd like a plain simple car, a cerise Cadillac
Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

I'll stay weaving at my loom, be no trouble to my groom
If he'll keep the piles of money mountain
In our cottage there will be a soundproof nursery
Not to wake the baby while I'm counting

I like the old-fashioned flowers, violets are for me
Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh, so pure and genteel,
Watch me in Las Vegas when I'm at the spinning wheel
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs
Two apartment buildings that are labeled "Hers" and "Hers"
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
And an old-fashioned millionaire.

I like Chopin and Bizet, and the songs of yesterday
String quartets, and Polonesian carols
But the music that excels is the sound of oil wells
As they slurp slurp slurp into the barrels

Our little home will be quaint as an old parasol
And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall
I want an old-fashioned house, with an old-fashioned fence,
And an old-fashioned million-  --  -naire.

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Un Charles ou Paul, un Jacques ou Tom
Peu m'importe comment il se nomme
S'il est un homme, un homme, un homme

Je n'exige pas un apollon
Qui sait briller dans les salons
Ni un type fort comme Samson
Pourvu que j'ai un mec / "mate", un bon

Il n'a pas besoin d'être un milliardaire
Qu'il soit beau, non, ça m'est égal
Il n'a pas besoin d'être une grande lumière
Star du cinéma, ni prince royal

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul ou Tom
Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

Doesn't have to be prince of movie-star
A Texas oilman, or a French marquis
Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture
An ordinary guy's all right with me

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul ou Tom
Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

Cross the desert
Cross the drivelan
Cross the mountain
That to the wire land
You must take me
You must make me stay

Over ocean
Timeless space
Over sanboon
To your overseas
You have got me
You must not be lay

Under country
Under starry skies
Under cover
Under night besy

Take me on the covery ride
Life is handsom, higher dwyd
Bring me through the ???

Take me on the ???
Snup me, slub me, make me cried
Take me to the highest ??? of love

Waying hanker
On your kanker
This ??? fist you
Do you must thak her
You must give her
But hard have busy
Not a bubble
Not a bangle
Show her love
From a different tangle
Make her to a tank
And take her higher
Plays in sunlight
Burning desert sun
But moonlight higher in your light

Take me on the covery ride
Make me feel the brilliant inside
Give me wings
And floot me through the air

Take me on the covery ride
Keep your Bible
By your side
Lift the bear
And see me
If you dear

Take me on the covery ride
Make me feel the brilliant inside
Give me wings
And floot me through the air

Take me on the covery ride
Keep your Bible
By your side
Lift the bear
And see me
If you dear

Take me on the covery ride
Life is handsom, higher dwyd
Bring me through the ???

Take me on the ???
Snup me, slub me, make me cried
Take me to the highest ??? of love