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Get up and wander the land

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Get up and wander the land
with a backpack and a walking stick
And surely you'll meet along the way
the Land of Israel, again
You will be embraced by the roads
of this good land
She'll call you back to her
like a woman calls her man to bed.
 
It is indeed the same land,
it's the same soil
and the same piece of stone
that is being scalded in the sun.
And under the asphalt,
[and under] the luxury buildings,
hides the homeland
shy and modest.
 
Get up and wander the land...
 
And groves olive trees
and the spring's hiding place
still guard her dream
and our old dream
And red rooftops on the mountain
and kids on the trails,
in the place where we walked
with web gear and backpacks.
 
Get up and wander the land...
 

Be My Friend, Be My Brother

At the place where I'm going to
There were many before me
They left a trail, left a tree,
Left a stone at my feet.
And what will I leave behind
Will I leave anything?
I can't see my own steps
And who will see them tomorrow?
 
Be my friend, be my brother
Lend me a hand when I'll call out
Be my friend, be my brother
Lend me a hand at times of trouble
I am your brother, don't forget it
Be my friend, be my brother.
 
At the place where I'm going to
There were women, there were men
And there was great love
Will I find it?
They left me no mark
No sighs and no flowers
They left me nothing
But brothers and friends.
 
Be my friend, be my brother
Lend me a hand when I'll call out
Be my friend, be my brother
Lend me a hand at times of trouble
I am your brother, don't forget it
Be my friend, be my brother.
 
At the place where I'm going to
I'm careful not to break
I'm careful not to step
I'm careful not to remember.
And I'm good when you're with me
And so are you and so are you
It's here to stay after I'm gone
The friendship that once was.
 
Be my friend, be my brother
Lend me a hand when I'll call out
Be my friend, be my brother
Lend me a hand at times of trouble
I am your brother, don't forget it
Be my friend, be my brother.
 

I Thank Before Thee

For the singing rain
For the sun upon the mountain
For the sparing bread
For the foreign beauty
Thank You.
For the voice of the bird that sang a simple song
When I wished to die
Thank You
 
For the pure salt
For the clear wine
For the soft pleasure
For the damp sadness
Thank You
For the green grass that served as my bed
When I made love to her
Thank You
 
I thank before Thee
For the blue river
That comes from You and flows to You
And in the meantime flows within my heart
I thank before Thee.
 
For the loud silence
For the warm sound
For the prevention of bloodshed
For the kind hearts of mankind
Thank You
 
For bringing me out of the bloody darkness
Within my mother's womb
Thank You.
 
For my eye
For my ear
For my crown
For my happiness
Thank You
For the strength and the silence that filled my body
When I started to fly
Thank You.
 
I thank before Thee...