
Credits
Production & Arrangements:
Joby Baker, Idan Armoni & Amir Paiss (Ein Mastirin with Itamar Doari)
Recordings:
in Israel by Idan Armoni @Idan Armoni, undefined
in Vancouver Island, Canada by Joby Baker @Baker Studio,
in Byron Bay, Australia by Kamal Engels@Art Of Audio and Avishai Barnatan Studio
Mixing & Mastering - Joby Baker
Musicians:
Amir Paiss - Lead Vocals, Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Nylon String Guitar, Persian Santur
Joby Baker - Upright Bass, Drums, Jarana, Leona, Conga, Whistle, Baking Vocals
Itamar Doari - Drums, Brushes, Udo, Frame Drum, Daula, Rik, Shakers, Kash, Bells, Finger Symbals undefined
Idan Armoni - Nylon String Guitar, Kupuz, Ukelele
Ariel Kasis - Qanun
Amir Shahsar - Persian Ney
Yaron Peโer - Buzuki
Harel Shachal - Turkish Clarinet
Avishai Barnatan - Backing Vocals
Shai Shriki - Oud, Backing Vocals
Lyrics ืืืืื
ืืื ืืกืชืืจืื
ืื ื ืืื ืขืืื ืขื ืืืฃ, ืคืืจืฉ ืืืืื
ื ืืฉื ืขืื ืื ืื ืืืื ืกืืฃ ืฉืืืื ืืื
ืื ืฉื ืืืืคืง ืืื ืคืืืฉ ืืชืื ืืืื
ืืืืจ, ืืืขืจ ืืืืจ ืฉื ืืฉ ืืืืก ืืจืื
ืืื ืืืืจ ืื ืืืืช ืืช ืื ืืกืืืืช
ืื ื ืืื ืืื ืืช ืืืืกืืืืช
ืื ืขื ื ืื ืืฉ ืืจืืฉื ืื ืืื ืจืื
ืฉืืืืืจื ืื ืฉืื ืื ืฉืื ืืืืืช ืคืชืื
ืืื ืืฉืืืื ืืืืืืช ืืืื ืืกืชืืจืื ืืืื
ืื ื ืืื ืืืฉื ืขื ืืืฃ ืืจืืืฉ ืืืื
ืืืขืื ืื ื ืจืื ืื ืืฃ ืืื ืขืื ืืืฉืื
ืื ืืื ืืืฆืจ ืื ืืื ื ืืฆึทืจ ืืื ืื ืืื
ืื ืืขืืื ืืื ืืฉืจ ืฆืจ ืืืขืืงืจ ืืื ืคืื
ืืื ืืฉืืืื ืืืืืืช ืืืื ืืกืชืืจืื ืืืื
ืฉืืืช ืฉืืืช ืฉื ืืืืืื ืืื ืืฉืคืืช
ืืื ืคืื ื ื ืืฆื ืชืืืื ืื ืื ื ืืฉืงืคืืช
ืืื ืืจืืข ืงื ื ืืืื ืืืชืืืื
ื ืืื ืชืืื ืืื ื ืกืืื ืื ื ืชืืงื
ืืื ืืฉืืืื ืืืืืืช ืืืื ืืกืชืืจืื ืืืื
ืื ืขื ื ืื ืฉืืจืืฉื ืืกืชืืจืื ืฉืืฉ
ืืืืืจ: ืขืชืื ืฉืื ืืืื ืืืจ ืืื ืืืฉ
ืืื ืืฉืืืื ืืืืืืช ืืืื ืืกืชืืจืื ืืืื
ืืื ืคืื
ืืืืืืื ืืืืขืื ืืกืคืจ ืืืืื
ืื ืฉืื
ืืื ืกืืคืืจ ืืื ืืื ืื ืืืชืจ ืืื ืืฉืืจ
ืืื ืคืื
ืืืจ ืืืื ืืืจ ืื ืืืืจืฅ ืืขืืื ืขืืืืช
ืื ืืชืจืื ืื ืืืื ืืื ืขืืื ืฉืืขืืื
ืื ืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โ ืื ืื ื ืืื ื ื ืืืื
ืืฉืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โ ืื ื ืืชืจ ืื ืขืื ืืืื
ืื ืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โืืขืืื ืงืื, ื ืืื
ืืฉืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โ ืืื ืืื ืืืชืคืื
ืืืืืืื ืืืืขืื ืืกืคืจ ืึผืืืึถึธื ืืื ืฉืึดืึธื
ืืื ืกืืคืืจ ืืื ืืื ืื ืืืชืจ ืืื ืืฉืืจ
ืืื ืคึผืึธื
ืื ืื ืืืื ืืืืืื ืื ืืื ืืืื ืืื ื ืืื
ืขืช ืืื ืืืื ืืื ืืืคืช ืืืจ
ืื ืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โ ืื ืื ื ืืื ื ื ืืืื
ืืฉืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โ ืื ื ืืชืจ ืื ืขืื ืืืื
ืื ืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โืืขืืื ืงืื, ื ืืื
ืืฉืืชื ืืืื ืืื ื โ ืืื ืืื ืืืชืคืื
ืืืืืืื ืืืืขืื ืืกืคืจ ืึผืืืึถึธื ืืื ืฉืึดืึธื
ืืื ืกืืคืืจ ืืื ืืื ืื ืืืชืจ ืืื ืืฉืืจ
ืืื ืคึผืึธื
ืฉืืข
ืฉืืข ืงืืื ื ืืื ื ืืืืื ื
ืืืก ืืจืื ืขืืื ื
ืืงืื ืืจืืืื ืืืจืฆืื ืืช ืชืคืืืชื ื
ืืฉืืื ื ืืื ื ืืืื ืื ืฉืืื
ืืืฉ ืืืื ื ืืงืื
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ืืืื ืื ื ืืคื ืื ืืืื ืื ืืงืืื
ืฉืืืืจืช ืื ื ืฉืื ืืืืจื
ืืจืื ืืชื ืืืื
ืจืืคื ืื ืืฉืจ ืืืคืืื ืืขืฉืืช
ื ืฉืื ืืืืจื ืืื
ืจืืื ืื ืืืขืฉืื
ืืืื ืื ืื ืฉืืืช
ื ืฉืื ืืืืจื ืืื
ื ืฉืื ืืืืจื
ืืืณืฃ ืืืณืช
ืื ื ืจืืื ืืืณืฃ ืืืฉ
ืืื ื ืืืณืช ืืืื
ืืืืื ืืืืณื ืืืืื
ืืืืข ืืืืณืช ืฉืืื
ืืืื ืืณื ืืืืืื
ืืืืืจ ืืณื ืฉืืืืชืืจ
ืืืืจ ืืืณื ืืืืจ
ืืืงืจ ืืืณืช ืฉืืืืื
ืืืื ืืืณืช ืืืืข
ืืืืข ืืืณื ืืืืืื
ืืื ืืืณืฃ ืืื, ืืืืืื
ืืืื ืืืืณื ืฉืืื
ื, ื, ื, ื, ื, ื, ื, ื, ื, ื, ื ื, ื, ื , ืก, ืข, ืค, ืฆ, ืง, ืจ, ืฉ, ืช
ืืงืฉืื ืืืณื ืืืื
ื ืืืจ ื ืืณื ืื ืงืื
ืกืืื ืขื ืกืืณืื ืฉืืกืื
ืขืื ื ืืขืืณื ืฉืืขืฅ
ืืืชื ืฉืง ืขื ืคืณื ืืคืจื
ืฆืจืื ืฆืืืณืง ืืฆื
ืืืงืื ืงืืณืฃ ืืงืืื
ืจืืื ืขื ืจืืณืฉ ืืจืื
ืฉืืชื ืฉืืณื ืืฉืืฉ
ืฉืืืข ืฉืืณื ืืฉืืฉ
ืฉืืชืง ืฉืืณื ืืฉืืฉ
ืืืชื ืื ืชืณื ืืืืืช
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ืืืืชื ืืืชื ืืืงืฉืชื ืืฉืงืื ื ืืื ืจืืืื
ืืจืืืื ื ืืืืชื ืื ื ืืื ืืคืจืื ืืืืืื
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ืืืืื ืืฉืืจืฉืืื ื ืคืืืืช ืืขืฉื ืืจืืืชื
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ืืขืืื ืื ืืืข ืืืขืืงื ืืืืืชื
ืฉืืจืช ื ืืืื ืืืกืืื ืืชืจ ืืฉืืืจ ืืฉืขืจื
ืื ืืืืคื ืืืืฉืืจ ืืืื ืืื ืืืืงืืจ ืจืืืง
ืืช ืืืืจ ืืฉืืื ืืขืื ืืคืืขืจ ืืช ืืกืืง ืขืืืง
ืืชืืื ืืคืงืืื ืืชืืื ืื ืื ืื ืจืืื ืขืื ืขื
ืืืชื ืืฉืืจืฉื ืืืืืจ ืืืืื
ืืืฆืื ืืฉืืื
ืืืื
ืขืื ืืื
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ืืืืื
ืื ืืื ืืืืื
ืืืืื ืืช ืืื
ืื ืืื ืืืืื
ืืืืืข
ืื ืืืข ืื
ืืืจืืืฉ ืงึดืจืื
ืื ืืืืื
ืืฆืึนืจืฃ
ืืฆืืจืฃ ืืืฉ
ืืืื ืืช ืืืืฉ
ืืืื ืืืืจ ืจืื,
ืชืืจ ืืืจ
ืื ืืื ืืืื
ืืกื ืืืืืชืื
ืืืื ืืชื โ ืืืื ืชื
ืึฐืฆึธืจึตืฃ ืืื ืืืื ื ืืื
ืืืืืื ืืืืื ืืืื
ืืืืื ืืืื
ืืืจืื ืืื
ืืืื
ืืืื
ืื ืืื
ืืฆืืจืฃ ืืืฉ
ืืืื ืืช ืืืืฉ
ืืืื ืืืืจ
ืจืื, ืชืืจ ืืืจ
ืื ืืื ืืืื
ืืกื ืืืืืชืื
ืืืื
ืืืื
ืื ืืื
ืืช
ืืช
ืืืโ'ืฃ ืขื ืช''ื
ืื ืืื ืื ื ืื
ืื ืื ืืืืข
ืื ืฆืจืื
ืืืื
ืืื ืืฉืจ ืื ืขืฆืื
ืงืฉืจ ืขื ืขืฆืื
ืคืฉืจ ืฉื ืขืฆืื
ืืืจ
ืืช
ืืืจ
ืืืจ
ืืช
Ein Mastirin - None Can Conceal
Here stands a man at the shore, arms outstretched
Casting his gaze into eternity, sky and water
Somewhere on the horizon he meets within his heart
A glowing burning ball of fire
That melts his sword
He uncovers all of his secrets -
What was born and what has died and the elements,If clouds appear in his head
Then comes the wind
Reminding him to breathe once more
To remain openThe sky is boundless and none can conceal Love
Here sits a man upon the shore feeling love
And in his eyes the landscape is merely another thoughtWhat does he create, what is created by himself or together ?
The whole world is a narrow bridge
and the main thing is to not fearThe sky is boundless and none can conceal Love
Names, names of God in every language
Every corner holds wanderers or believers
And if for a moment we cease fighting -
Thanking, and not suffering, not arguing
If the clouds in his head obscure the sun
Remember : the future that comes today will be tomorrowโs yesterdayThe sky is boundless and none can conceal Love
Hevel Picha - Your Mere Utterance
The stars know to tell of your Honour
The splendour of your name
And my entire life story is no more Than this song โYour mere utterance
Generation comes, generation goes
And the earth forever stays
What advantage does a person gets from all their work?If you walk away from me - then I am nothing at all
You walk away from me and nothing stays within me at all
If you walk away from me - the world withers & dies
When You walk walk away from me - there is no one to pray toThe stars know to tell of your Honour
The splendour of your name
And my entire life story is no more Than this song โYour mere utterance
All the rivers lead to the sea yet never full is the sea
A time and a place for everything, for every drop of light to beIf you walk away from me - then I am nothing at all
You walk away from me and nothing stays within me at all
If you walk away from me - the world withers & dies
When You walk walk away from me - there is no one to pray toThe stars know to tell of your Honour
The splendour of your name
And my entire life story is no more Than this song โYour mere utterance
Shma - Hear
Hear our voices our Lord our God
Have mercy on us
And receive willingly and compassionately our prayerBring us back Lord and we shall return
Renew our days as ever
Neshama - Soul
I give thanks before you
Living Sovereign
That you returned in me a pure soulBlessed art thou Being
Healer of all flesh
Maker of wonders
Pure soul it is
Sovereign of all deeds
Master of all souls
Pure Soul it is
Neshama (soul) Tehora (pure)
Alef Bet - Alfabet
I see โAlefโ in the fire
โBetโ in the stone
โGimelโ in the waves
โDaletโ in the blood
Being โHehโ in being
Connecting โVavโ in letting goRemembering โZayinโ in the masculine
Investigating โChetโ in life
Weaving โTetโ in nature
Knowing โYodโ from children
Like โKafโ in all, in nothingnessLearning from โLamedโ in the heart
Listening โMemโ in water
Remembering โNunโ in the feminine
Trust โSamechโ in secrets
Answering โAyinโ in the tree
Kissing โPehโ in flower
Needing โTsadikโ in the shadowAccepting โKofโ in Kabbalah
Riding โReshโ in the wind
Listening โShinโ in the sun
Drinking โShinโ in the sun
Being silent โShinโ in the sun
And being played โTavโ of Truth
Misgavi -My refuge
It is you my love that I am asking for
Water me with your compassion water
Quench my thirst, I am your soil and in me your crops bloomDiscover me, a wave in a river
Rain that is born of your tearsMy Love it is you I am requesting
Receive me as the light of your beloved
I deposit my life in your hands
Your wisdom guides my path
Trust in your roots, in the wonders of your creationIt is you my love that I am asking for
Host me in the heart of your temple
A wellspring that comes forth from the depth of your beingThe song of the Jasmine scent
A crown that is braided with your hairI will look into the darkness and not waiver
I will go and inquire fartherTo the light that dwells within me
That which widens the crack
To the abyss that is deposited in me
Where I rest my feet for everAnd let the air roots of my heartFfind refuge
In the One
Od Mizeh - More of This
This is
the Great SeaThis is the Sea
The Great
And
The SaltyThis is the Great Sea
Containing
Everything
This is the Sea
The Great
The Knower of AllTouching me
The One who feelsIntimacy
Sea
OfLove
Hatzoref - The Goldsmith
The goldsmith with fire Whispers intentions
In pure gold
Vibration, frequency of lightAll the waves of his days
The grace of his nights
His art โ is his faith
The craftsman conjoins โAmenโ to the gems
And conceals within the living watersThe diamond of his life
In a spaciousness of heartLoving
Loved
Being Love
The goldsmith with fire Whispers intentions
In pure gold
Vibration, frequency of lightAll the waves of his days
The grace of his nights
Loving
Loved
Being Love
At - Y o u
You from A to Z
If I am not for myself then
Who knows
What is necessaryThe how
Is
A bridge to myself
A connection with myselfA meaning of myself
Light
You
Light
You
Light
You
If It Be Your Will - Leonard Cohen
If it be your will that I speak no more
And my voice be still as it was before
I will speak no more, I shall abide until
I am spoken for, if it be your will
If it be your will that a voice be true
From this broken hill, I will sing to you
From this broken hill, all your praises they shall ringIf it be your will to let me sing
If it be your will, if there is a choice
Let the rivers fill, let the hills rejoice
Let your mercy spill on all these burning hearts in hellIf it be your will to make us well
And draw us near, and bind us tight
All your children here in their rags of lightIn our rags of light, all dressed to kill
And end this night, if it be your will

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