Anat Atzmon - Hatikvah (התקווה) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх

The Hope

Ha... ha... ha... ha...
 
It rises – on its own
Sings a song – in the light of the sun
A song about a sea, about ripe grain
About clods of dirt
 
It is a bird, of consolation
That nests within the soul
So good, so pure
Watching its dream
 
The hope, the hope
It is near, it awakens
The hope, the hope
For peace, for serenity, for love
 
In hunger and in thirst
Still it sustains its world
Without fighting back
The big noise it heard
 
The hope, the hope
It is near, it awakens
The hope, the hope
For peace, for serenity, for love
 
It opens up our eyes
And keeps the secret
Even if it's winter, drops among us
Spring is so close
 
The hope, the hope
It is near, it awakens
The hope, the hope
Never lost, here it is back again
 
The hope, the hope
For peace, for serenity, for love
For peace, for serenity, for love
For peace, for serenity, for love
 


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