Achshav bein Yad Chana leven TulKarem hashchena
Muazin lochem berosh misgad gavo'ah
Layla levada me'achorey zchuchit kveda
Meshotet aval e efshar lishmo'a
Layla baradio ulai hi koret li
Ani od zocher sade bo'er vedofek milema'ala
Chom ba'enayim pit'om ani kam bli af chaver
Cheder lavan alai soger, choshech halayla
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla layla velayla
Ze kola hamelachshesh
mekashkesh vekovesh 1965
Metashtesh oti
Radio Ramalla layla velayla
Yom yavo nipagesh nizacher nitragesh
Eich haya be 65 layla layla
Vekacha ani mefasfes efsharuyot
Medamyen et ma shehaya
ve'et ma shehaya yachol lihyot
Zichronot mit'arbevim bega'agu'im
Vesorfim kmo milach al haptza'im
Ra'ash mechona
bein sde mokshim lisde kutna
Mefale'ach eit hakesher shebenenu
Layla lo one, aval od yesh bi emuna
Elohim gadol hu betach letzidenu
Layla baradio,
ulai ya'ane li
Ani mechapes ota ve'en klum al haskala
Radio shoteket, radio transistor menagen
Lu rak yacholti letalfen el layla halayla
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla layla velayla ...
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Now, between Yad Chana and the neighbouring TulKarem
A Muazin is fighting from the top of the Mosque
Layla is alone, behind heavy glass
I try to tune in but can't hear
Layla is in the radio, may be she calls me
I still remember a burning field and the beat from above
I feel the heat in my eyes, and suddenly I wake up without a friend
A white room closes on me, it is dark tonight
Layla tonight Layla tonight
Layla tonight Layla tonight
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla Layla and night
It is her whispering voice,
chatterbox, wins me over, 1965
I feel blurred
Radio Ramalla Layla and night
One day we will meet, will remember and get excited
How it was in 65, Layla Layla
And so, I miss opportunities
I imagine what was
and what could have been
Memories blend with longings
And they burn, like salt on the wounds
I hear a machine
between a mine field and cotton field
Slices the connection between us
Layla is not answering but I still hope
God is great, he is probably on our side
Layla is on radio,
may be he will answer my prayers
I try to look for her but can't tune the radio
Layla keeps quite, a portable radio is playing
I wish I could ring Layla tonight
Layla tonight Layla tonight.....
Layla tonight Layla tonight.....
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla Layla and night
Muazin lochem berosh misgad gavo'ah
Layla levada me'achorey zchuchit kveda
Meshotet aval e efshar lishmo'a
Layla baradio ulai hi koret li
Ani od zocher sade bo'er vedofek milema'ala
Chom ba'enayim pit'om ani kam bli af chaver
Cheder lavan alai soger, choshech halayla
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla layla velayla
Ze kola hamelachshesh
mekashkesh vekovesh 1965
Metashtesh oti
Radio Ramalla layla velayla
Yom yavo nipagesh nizacher nitragesh
Eich haya be 65 layla layla
Vekacha ani mefasfes efsharuyot
Medamyen et ma shehaya
ve'et ma shehaya yachol lihyot
Zichronot mit'arbevim bega'agu'im
Vesorfim kmo milach al haptza'im
Ra'ash mechona
bein sde mokshim lisde kutna
Mefale'ach eit hakesher shebenenu
Layla lo one, aval od yesh bi emuna
Elohim gadol hu betach letzidenu
Layla baradio,
ulai ya'ane li
Ani mechapes ota ve'en klum al haskala
Radio shoteket, radio transistor menagen
Lu rak yacholti letalfen el layla halayla
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Layla, layla, Layla, layla,
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla layla velayla ...
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Now, between Yad Chana and the neighbouring TulKarem
A Muazin is fighting from the top of the Mosque
Layla is alone, behind heavy glass
I try to tune in but can't hear
Layla is in the radio, may be she calls me
I still remember a burning field and the beat from above
I feel the heat in my eyes, and suddenly I wake up without a friend
A white room closes on me, it is dark tonight
Layla tonight Layla tonight
Layla tonight Layla tonight
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla Layla and night
It is her whispering voice,
chatterbox, wins me over, 1965
I feel blurred
Radio Ramalla Layla and night
One day we will meet, will remember and get excited
How it was in 65, Layla Layla
And so, I miss opportunities
I imagine what was
and what could have been
Memories blend with longings
And they burn, like salt on the wounds
I hear a machine
between a mine field and cotton field
Slices the connection between us
Layla is not answering but I still hope
God is great, he is probably on our side
Layla is on radio,
may be he will answer my prayers
I try to look for her but can't tune the radio
Layla keeps quite, a portable radio is playing
I wish I could ring Layla tonight
Layla tonight Layla tonight.....
Layla tonight Layla tonight.....
Chorus:
Radio Ramalla Layla and night