לצפון באהבה (Latzafon Be'ahava)

When the sun gives one last smile to Hermon
It'll send a breeze of autumn on that day
A phone will ring in the Northern Command
It's us on the other line

You, me, and winter will then order a palace
On a mountain of mist and cloud
There, wild garlic and saffron will bloom in plenty
Sending smiles in white

A thousand songs for the North from Golan to Hermon
To the Kinneret and up to the plateau
We'll sing and the song will rise to the heights
Echoing to the desert wasteland

On an ice sled to the sound of a bell
Our song rises in tranquility
We'll climb on Gilboa, Tabor, and Atzmon
And the soldiers' song will accompany

Accompanying the song of the distant North
Of a land that breathes and is cold
It will warm and ignite our hearts to laugh
And melt away the gray mood

A thousand songs for the North from Golan to Hermon

A day will come when the sun peeks cheerfully
The snow will melt from the mountains
And streams will flow between colorful flowers
On the blue, cold paths

You, me, and winter are heading home
Hello to you, kingdom of frost
Northern soldiers, we'll meet in the mountains
Next year we'll return

A thousand songs for the North from Golan to Hermon