"Lo Teanatzchu Oti" is a popular 1984 Israeli Hebrew song written by Naomi Shemer. Yehoram Gaon with the choirs of the IDF made a special remake of the song for the Iron Swords War. This page lists 8 unique videos of the popular song. Below the videos are the Hebrew lyrics and an English translation. |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - YehoramGaon and the IDF Choirs (m&f) |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Yoram Gaon and Avraham Fried |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Yonina (m&f) |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Yonatan Shainfeld |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Amiran Dvir |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Amir Benayoun |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Yabaye |
Lo Tenatzchu Oti - Shir Adama Band |
לֹא תְּנַצְּחוּ אוֹתִי מֵחַלּוֹנִי אֲנִי רוֹאֶה רְחוֹב כְּמוֹ נָהָר גּוֹאֶה וַאֲנָשִׁים לַעֲבוֹדַת - יוֹמָם הוֹלְכִים וְתִינוֹקוֹת שֶׁל בֵּית רַבָּן עַם הַיַּלְקוּט שֶׁעַל גַּבָּם וּבִידֵיהֶם כַּמָּה עַנְפֵי הֲדַס פּוֹרְחִים פִּתְאוֹם זֶה בָּא וּמִתְבַּהֵר וּלְעַצְמִי אֲנִי אוֹמֵר לֹא תְּנַצְּחוּ אוֹתִי לֹא מְנַצְּחִים אוֹתִי כָּל כָּךְ מַהֵר מֵחַלּוֹנִי אֲנִי רוֹאֶה מָטוֹס מַמְרִיא, מָטוֹס דּוֹאָה וּמִתְחַבֵּא בָּעֲנָנִים הָרְחוֹקִים אֲנִי שׁוֹמֵעַ מְכוֹנָה בְּמַנְגִּינָה הַנְּכוֹנָה שֶׁמִּתְגַּלְגֶּלֶת בַּחוּצוֹת וּבַשְּׁוָקִים פִּתְאוֹם זֶה בָּא וּמִתְבַּהֵר וּלְעַצְמִי אֲנִי אוֹמֵר לֹא תְּנַצְּחוּ אוֹתִי לֹא מְנַצְּחִים אוֹתִי כָּל כָּךְ מַהֵר בְּחַלּוֹנִי אָבִיב וּסְתָו וְיוֹם גָּשׁוּם וְיוֹם שָׁרָב וְאוֹר וְחֹשֶׁךְ וְיָחִיד וּמַקְהֵלָה זֶה מִתְעַרְבֵּב, זֶה מִתְעַרְבֵּל שִׁירִי קִינָה, שִׁירִי הִלֵּל וְלִפְעָמִים זוֹ הֲמֻלָּה אַחַת גְּדוֹלָה פִּתְאוֹם זֶה בָּא וּמִתְבַּהֵר וּלְעַצְמִי אֲנִי אוֹמֵר לֹא תְּנַצְּחוּ אוֹתִי לֹא מְנַצְּחִים אוֹתִי כָּל כָּךְ מַהֵר |
You Will Not Defeat Me
From my window I can see a street like an over flowing river and people go for their day job. And young children go to school with their backpack on their backs ; And in their hands they hold some myrtle branches blooming. Suddenly it becomes clear, And I say to myself: You won't beat me I am not being defeated so fast. From my window I can see A plane takes off, a plane flying. Hiding in the distant clouds I hear a machine In the right tune That rolls around in the outdoors and markets Suddenly it becomes clear, And I say to myself: You won't beat me I am not being defeated so fast. In my window are spring and autumn A rainy day and a scorching day. Light and darkness, soloist and choir. It's all mixed up and confused Songs of Lamentation, Songs of Hallel And sometimes it's one giant mess Suddenly it becomes clear, And I say to myself: You won't beat me I am not being defeated so fast. |
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