Video: 30 Israelische artiesten zingen ” A tribe of brothers and sisters”

Meer dan 30 van Israëls beroemdste artiesten  verzamelden zich voor een speciaal project met een boodschap van eenheid en liefde voor Israël.  Aan het eind van de video doet ook President Rivlin een duit in het zakje.

Alle artiesten werkten vrijwillig mee, zodat de gehele opbrengst kan worden  gedoneerd aan de ‘Sahih’-organisatie, het vlaggenschipprogramma van de organisatie’ Netina Kederech Chayim ‘(geven als een manier van leven).

Onder de video staat de Engelse tekst van het lied.

70 years on the road I’m traveling and looking
At what was and what will
And how my soul is still this nation

From catching the sunrise
From Jerusalem with its palaces
From the beaches of the Kinneret
From the parties of Tel Aviv

My father dreamed and prayed
To live in the Land of Israel
Today my children ask me
What is the story of Israel?

This is my home This is my heart
And I will not leave
Our ancestors, our roots
We are the flowers, the melodies
A tribe of brothers and sisters

The same neighborhood, the same street
Jacob’s twelve sons’
Brought together after their wanderings
In the place of their longing

A man is his native landscape
He lines lines in the palm of his hand
Between the prayers and the oaths
The smell of orchard of citrus

And in my mother’s eyes
I’ll always find my place
The guitar is playing
An ancient tune that is right

This is a my home
This is my heart
And I will not leave
Our ancestors, our roots

And we are the flowers, the melodies
A tribe of brothers and sisters

From scratch everything is sewn
Patches, patches of the story
Like two words – they connect
The golden needle of a poet

Here I am from, Here I belong
And every friend of mine is like a brother
You are beating in my heart
I am east and west

This is my home
This is my heart
And I will not leave
Our ancestors, our roots
We are the flowers, the melodies
A tribe of brothers and sisters

This is my home
This is my heart
And I will not leave
Our ancestors, our roots
We are the flowers, the melodies