Слова:
Esther Ofarim Is It Really Me

Is it really me? Is it really true? Suddenly I'm beautiful Being here with you. Deep inside your eyes, Someone's face I see. Someone who is beautiful!

Cold winds may blow o?er the icy sea But I'll take with me The warmth of thee A taste of honey, A taste much sweeter than wine I will return...I will

your heart wears a smile all day through. But I know well they're wrong And I know where I belong And here I'll stay with you. For that land is a sandy illusion, It

Is it really me? Is it really true? Suddenly I'm beautiful Being here with you. Deep inside your eyes, Someone's face I see. Someone who is beautiful

I look at you and suddenly, Something in your eyes I see, Soon begins bewitching me. It's that old devil moon, That you stole from the skies. It's that

too soon I feel wherever I go that tomorrow is near, tomorrow is here and always too soon Time is so old and love so brief. Love is pure gold and

a thousand good-byes won't convince me you're gone I'll fol-low my love, You'll never be free To the ends of the earth, Till you've given your love to me