Nice girls with beautiful eyes
We have in Eretz Israel
And good boys
Oh, who would have believed it

And we have such a Torah that lights
And Hagadah and the Megilla
And the one God we've got
And the voices of the bride and the groom

Chorus:
Israel is beautiful
Israel is blooming
You sit and watch
You look at her, and (you) shine.

Brothers, we have 2000 year old mountains
Where the bearer of good news walked
And an angel from heaven
Who is watching our souls

And we have Hasids in this city
And women soldiers and flowers
And all the blessings are ours
And the gospels and the praises

Chorus:
Israel is beautiful
Israel is blooming
You sit and watch
You look at her, and (you) shine.

And the valley is extraordinary
And the mountain is extraordinary
And the north snow and ice
And the south pure gold

All the orchards here are spreading their scent
And all the almond trees are blooming
The sun always shines here
On waters of sadness and serenity

Chorus:
Israel is beautiful
Israel is blooming
You sit and watch
You look at her, and (you) shine.

As for the whippersnappers among us
They also have a place in Eretz Israel
From all the distresses, God forbid,
You- but only you, can save

In blue and white the flag is flying
And towards Jerusalem all my songs
We again are making a pilgrimage
Ho, sing : the people of Israel is alive!


Chorus:
Israel is beautiful
Israel is blooming
You sit and watch
You look at her, and (you) shine.

La Torah di luce tanto bella,
anche l’Hagadà e la Meghillà,
Nostro Signore insieme ad ella
e “Kol chatan” e “Kol challà”.

Terra d’Israele, tu
Sei ‘sì bella, tutta in fiore,
io ti guardo e, sempre più,
guardo e vedo lo splendore.

Oh, Fratelli, abbiamo tanti monti,
che il Messia coi piedi calpestò,
un angel bevve a queste fonti
e su nostr’alma si chinò.

Ed un Giusto ancor con noi dimora
e pur soldatesse e tanti fior,
e le benedizioni ancora
e tante buone nuove ancor.

Terra d’Israele, tu ...

E’ la valle un fiore già sbocciato
ed il monte un bocciolo di fior,
il settentrione annevato,
il deserto sabbia d’or.

Degli agrumi un buon profumo sento,
bianchi sono i mandorli di fior.
Il sole, giù dal firmamento,
inonda l’aqua col tepor.

Terra d’Israele, tu ...

Anche pei monelli di fra noi
C’è ‘sì tanto posto in Israel.
Dai nostri mali Tu, se vuoi,
ci puoi salvare, Gabriel.

Bianco-azzurra, al vento, la bandiera,
a Gerusalemme canterai
oh pellegrino, nella sera, un canto: “Am Israel Chai”.

Terra d'Israele, tu ...