I have been in Paris and also in Rome
I have seen the seven wonders of the world
The North Pole and also the South Pole
But there is no place like the land of Israel.
And like postcards of beautiful scenery
Pictures in my memory fly,
Like in the camera's lens
In the backpack I will carry
In every place, on every journey
Mosaic fragments from a complete picture.
Hello you wonderful country,
Your poor servant sings you a song
Even if I sometimes wander on my way,
It's good to wander but better to return.
The spiers of the towers in Jerusalem
And the alleys of the colorful market
The tiled roofs of Givatayim
Staring through my window.
The spring in Tel Aviv,
My grandmother and grandfather,
The challah and the Shabbat candles,
The Dead Sea in opposite the Red
And Lot's wife looking over Sodom
And the summer toward Eilat.
Hello you wonderful country......
The blue waters of lake Kinneret
And matching sky above.
And the familiar feeling of home
Flows in my arteries like electricity.
The Galilean Mountains and the Shomron,
The orchards in the Sharon,
And the children in the garden of the settlements
The Carmel and the sea
One by one and all together
Always winking, saying welcome
Hello you wonderful country...