LATSAFON BE'AHAVA

When the sun's last rays touch the Hermon
Sending a cold wind's day,
The phone rings in the northern dance
That's where we're across the line.

You, me, and the winter,
We'll sing then/there on the citadel
On the dark mountain and cloud,
There the olive and vine will bloom in abundance
Cold will be sent in white.

Chorus
A thousand songs to the north
From Migdal to Hermon
To the Sea of Galilee and to the Ramah,
We'll sing and the song will fall to the people,
Unite until the desert's silence
(x2)

In a wreath of frost to the bell's ring
Our song rises in peace,
We'll climb on Gilboa, Tavor, and Atzmon
And the song of soldiers will accompany.

Accompany the distant north song
Of a land sitting and waiting
It will warm and light our hearts to laugh
And soften the state of a dusty wind.

Chorus
A thousand songs to the north
From Migdal to Hermon
To the Sea of Galilee and to the Ramah,
We'll sing and the song will fall to the people,
Unite until the desert's silence
(x2)

A day will come and the sun will shine
The flames will descend from the mountains,
And sparks will sprout among my cypress trees
In the winding, rugged paths.

You, me, and the returning winter
Peace to you, kingdom of the frost,
Soldiers of the north will be seen in the mountains
In the coming year we'll return.

Chorus
A thousand songs to the north
From Migdal to Hermon
To the Sea of Galilee and to the Ramah,
We'll sing and the song will fall to the people,
Unite until the desert's silence
(x2)