השיר על הארץ [HaShir Al Ha'Aretz] [English translation]

Let us sing the crazy song of the land

Let us sing the yellow song of the sand

Vagabonds walk the length and width of the land

And make love with it, rebellious rogues

Where is that land that was called “little one”?

Where is that love, rolled up in sand?

Anarchists walk the trails, only a shirt on their backs

And a fire burns in their minds, consuming all

Let me return to that remote corner

Where is that life with the joy of simplicity?

Give me abandoned words, a forgotten tune

To extract from between the thorns torn pieces of childhood

Let me sing the mad feverish song

A true unrefined lover with no identity nor rights

Let me return through trails lovesick over the moon

To once again walk upon shards of glass barefoot