As long as deep in the heart
an Jewish soul still yarns
and forwards to the East
to Sion
an eye still looks

where hope would not be lost
the hope of two thousand years
to be an free nation
in our own homeland
the land of Sion and Jerusalem

my country my country my land
my ancestors
my country, my nation
In the land of struggle
With determination, fire and the volcano of my revenge
I have climbed the mountains, and crossed the frontiers
And fought the wars
I have conquered the impossible
With the resolve of the winds and the fire of the guns
For my country,my land, my home
Of my ancestors

To be a free nation
In our own land
The land of Sion and Jerusalem