Lyrics and Music: Nadavi Noked. Hebrew version

When you have wendy in the nights
no longer need you fairy dust
to fly from tree to tree and soar
and land on the floor
and figure out the tips the clouds are giving free

 And she is sitting in her night gown
in her window in the light
and telling fairy-tales of what is yet to be

The thoughts are good and pure and blythe
and with a handful of her smiles
we hold our hands and so we fly
and reach the unreal
and fall asleep upon the childhood that remained

We wake up high into the dream
like the lost children that we seem
we pay the time a wink and let it fly us back

She is the woman and the child
the dance that swirls into the sky
the sound of cups with crimson wine
the glance of the light
that shies away into the wonders of her dress

the voice of laughter and the scent
of sweetening moments and their sense
of rambling music
and my hand in hers again

When you have wendy in the nights
the drops of dew are sweet and light
and all the barefoot flowers bow
and sing a sonnet
about the colors of the butterflies they met

When you have wendy in the nights
no longer need you fairy dust
to fly from tree to tree and soar
and land on the floor
and figure out the tips the clouds are giving free

 And she is sitting in her night gown
in her window in the light
and telling fairy-tales of what is yet to be