Noa Mishaela
Who knows what is in her eyes? Grey clouds disperse in the four winds A dry riverbed overflows And the horizon opens wide
Up to the heaven she turns her eyes Searching, diving in to the chilly blue Floating in the air Touching the pure golden light That glimmers in her hair
Mishaela, what do you see? What is it in your heart That greets the desolate silence with such Laughter?
It is one rainbow in the east, she says It is all I need
What more could I want? It is all that I need