מרדף [Meradef] [English translation]

A good land where the honey is in her veins

but blood flows in her rivers like water

a land where her mountains are copper

but her nerves are made of iron

a land whose pursuits of history is

two thousand and one pages long

until it soon burns

all the oxygen in her lungs

from the exertions of the pursuit

A land which is pursued by her enemies

and she chases her enemies in pursuit

she will catch her enemies, however her enemies

they won't capture her

she sees her life from the other side

is hung like a swinging leaf

she'll fear

but like she wasn't worried at all

she'll wait until the end of the pursuit

The end of the pursuit is hidden in a crevice

and shields its face in a hiding place, in a hiding place

however it will come to its end like the sun

when it'll come from the east

so that no more mothers will mourn

and also not the fathers for their sons

yes, it'll come

and our legs won't tire till then

to pursue the footsteps of hope

• Artist:Chava Alberstein