בצורת [Betzoret] [English translation]

The walls of the soul crack and a ray of light escapes

How beautiful to see the vine blooming in the wasteland.

Even a skeptical man carries with him a small prayer,

In the time of drought as we await the blessed rains.

Even if you are terribly worried,

Do not lose hope, believe in love,

There is no peace or tranquillity

You are frightened and bitter too,

I'm your brother, don't forget

Even if you are a little distant.

With closed eyes, I hear your voice

You invited me to the tent of your solitude,

We are small flames in a big bonfire

We forget, that in the time of a drought, everything burns and is consumed.

Even if you are terribly worried,

Do not lose hope, believe in love,

There is no peace or tranquillity

You are frightened and bitter too,

I'm your brother, don't forget

Even if you are a little distant

In a time of drought