I remember Beit ha Arava (1)
A scrap of burnt desert in a desolate land,
The jordan river flows as quiet as a dream
And the Dead Sea is dead,
From here down to Sodom.
The desert covered her,
In soft white dust
A green tree in a desolate land,
How can we forget you, Beit ha Arava
I remember the Dead Sea there,
The heavy waters, the whispering of the waves
A potash barge flickers in the heat
And all the condemned ones (X)
Pass the sea of death down to Sodom.
The desert covered her ...