הורה [Hora] [English translation]

Hora, Hora, Hora

The field we left back then still turns to gold

The land still produces its harvest

And the nights in Canaan are still beautiful

Before the sun rises

A train still crosses a green orchard there

A stork still relaxes above

And the fog still carries in the valley

Between the sunrise and the dew

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

Its voice still rises, its voice has not been silenced

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

Its song fills my heart forever

Clouds still float over the city houses

And the sea caresses the sand

And still we hear how in the hearts there beats

An old refrain and a dance

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

Its voice still rises, its voice has not been silenced

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

Its song fills my heart forever

Lai lai lai lai... lala lai lai lai...

Lala lala lalala...

Lai lai lai lai... lala lai lai lai...

Lala lala lalala...

Hora, the one with the Hey

Its voice still rises, its voice has not been silenced

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

Its song fills my heart forever

The field we left back then still turns to gold

The land still produces its harvest

And the nights in Canaan are still beautiful

Before the sun rises

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

Its voice still rises, its voice has not been silenced

And also the Hora, the one with the Hey

It's song fills my heart forever

Lai lai lai lai... lala lai lai lai...

Lala lala lalala...

Lai lai lai lai... lala lai lai lai...

Lala lala lalala... Lala lala lalala...

Hora