Israel,

Have you really been Or have I only dreamed?

Who’s correct?

I, claiming that you’ve spoken to me in my dream 
or the psychiatrist who claims that I am Insane?

 

Motherland is like a Woman

She needs to keep her fitness high

Some healthy food, to strive ahead

A walk outside under the sky

 

Motherland is like a lady

She has a body, and her style

She has her citizens

Who make her face and her profile

 

Israel, her life’s a struggle

Full with hardships and alarm

Raise your head and be prepared

Embrace yourself for things to come

 

Motherland is family

Wanting coziness, respect

And the quarrels of the brothers

Makes her older, make her wrecked

 

Motherland is not a goddess

She is scared of dying out

Struggles do her little good

It affects her, there’s no doubt

 

Israel, her life’s a struggle

Full with hardships and alarm

Raise your head and be prepared

Embrace yourself for things to come

 

Motherland is like a lady

She would always loath the lies

Lies of friends and lies of foes

Lie are always to deny

 

Motherland is like a woman

Sixty-something, one can feel

When the body’s getting weaker

Climbing hill becomes ordeal

 

Motherland, yes, she’s been struggling

All her years, relentless, brave

I sure hope that birthday eighty

Won’t be tributes at her grave