Nathan Yonatan/ That Man Composed and performed by Shlomo Artzi Where are there more people like that man, who was as the weeping-willows? Where are there more people like that man, who was as the weeping-willows? At the base of the mountain he was born, near the stream. In the winter he sang amongst weeping-willows. In the summer, through the lights of the waters, He strewed his bread, on the stream's surface towards the fish. From the reeds, he cut down a kite for him And when he became a man, from the weeping-willows' stems he made a hut From the fortress's grey stone, he built a house for him On the stream's surface, he founded a mill, sowed fields, Sent his vitality amongst the sea, in merchant ships But he may once lay down his working tools, and become a different man. Where are there more people like that man, who was as the weeping-willows? Where are there more people like that man, who was as the weeping-willows? At the base of the mountain he was born, near the stream. He will travel, mind-scattered, on the mountain or in the valleys And when he will fall, in a bright morning, to his ground They will obtain him an everlasting possession Near the quiet aqueducts. Where are there more people like that man, who was as the weeping-willows? And like an ancient fortress he was at the end of the road.
