דרישת שלום [Drishat Shalom] [English translation]

Notched olive branches

like the faces of the elderly

the longing still tugs at the heart

when the sparrows take flight

the children in the meantime are sunk

in the secrets of their games

recruits dream about home

and the elderly about the distant past

Come, wind from the sea

with the beating of the wings of doves

and bring from someplace else

another warm regards.

come truly

to the tanned cheek

come, wind from the sea

with the beating of the wings of doves

The evening hour is slowly weaned

from the burning sun

a window is opened, the door as well

and the neighborhood is ready.

the parents still need their child

and the city needs it's tumult

and we are one for another

and the song to the melody

Come, wind from the sea...

• Artist:Yardena Arazi