חורשת האקליפטוס (horschat ha-ekaliptus)

When Mom came here, young and beautiful
Dad built her a house on a hill
The springs passed, half a century went by
And curls turned to gray in the meantime

But on the banks of the Jordan, nothing changed
The same silence and the same scenery
Eucalyptus grove, the bridge, the boat
And the salty smell on the water

Across the Jordan, the cannons roared
And peace returned at the end of summer
All the babies grew up to be adults
And again on the hill, they built a house

But on the banks of the Jordan, nothing changed
The same silence and the same scenery
Eucalyptus grove, the bridge, the boat
And the salty smell on the water