Translated from hebrew

Author, of hebrew original – version: Shmuel Yerushalmi. Israel



Our region,
Will leak - milk and honey!
The sun will rize,
Above the space - of the ruined,
Desert.


The blue peace,
Like azure – sea,
Will come,
In a shape of a pigeon!
With a swollen wing!


The gardens will be fild with green plants,
Of the rustle leafage!


The buds,
Will swell in the spring!


The gold sun,
Will paint in gold,
The sand with her rays,
And she will light our way,
To the future!