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Shevet Achim Va'Achayot - Family cover

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We've moved from Switzerland to Israel in 2014. As new immigrants, we always celebrate Yom Haatzmaut with a lot of emotion!
Let's celebrate, Happy 73 Birthday Israel !! 🎉
Lyrics translation :
70 years in the car
I've been driving and looking
About what was
And what became
And how my
Soul still yearns
From the Masada
Of sunrises
Jerusalem in
Penitential prayers
From the shores of
Kinneret and achziv
From the parties of Tel Aviv
My father dreamed
And prayed
To live in the Land of israel
Today my child asks me:
What is the Story of israel?
Chorus
Here is a house,
Here is a heart
And I will not leave you
Our ancestors - Our roots
And we are the
Flowers, the melodies
A tribe of brothers + sisters.
Same neighborhood,
Same street
A dozen sons of Jacob
Together we pick up wanderers
In a backpack of longing
A man is the imprint
Of his native land
He etches lines in
The palm of his hand
Between the prayers
And the vows
Scents of citrus groves
And in my mother's eyes
I'll always find my place
The guitar is playing
An ancient tune
That shows the way
Chorus
Here is a house ...
From the beginning
It's all been sewn together
Patches, patches
Of the story
Like two words
To be joined
With the golden thread
Of a poet
I'm from here,
I belong
And every friend
Of mine
Is like a brother
You are the one
Beating in my heart
I'm the east--the west
Let's celebrate, Happy 73 Birthday Israel !! 🎉
Lyrics translation :
70 years in the car
I've been driving and looking
About what was
And what became
And how my
Soul still yearns
From the Masada
Of sunrises
Jerusalem in
Penitential prayers
From the shores of
Kinneret and achziv
From the parties of Tel Aviv
My father dreamed
And prayed
To live in the Land of israel
Today my child asks me:
What is the Story of israel?
Chorus
Here is a house,
Here is a heart
And I will not leave you
Our ancestors - Our roots
And we are the
Flowers, the melodies
A tribe of brothers + sisters.
Same neighborhood,
Same street
A dozen sons of Jacob
Together we pick up wanderers
In a backpack of longing
A man is the imprint
Of his native land
He etches lines in
The palm of his hand
Between the prayers
And the vows
Scents of citrus groves
And in my mother's eyes
I'll always find my place
The guitar is playing
An ancient tune
That shows the way
Chorus
Here is a house ...
From the beginning
It's all been sewn together
Patches, patches
Of the story
Like two words
To be joined
With the golden thread
Of a poet
I'm from here,
I belong
And every friend
Of mine
Is like a brother
You are the one
Beating in my heart
I'm the east--the west
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