נחכה לך [Nechake Lecha] [English translation]

The smell of battle is still in the air

A tired nation is dressing its wounds

Sitting, counting its days.

Shouts of shame all over the city,

A generation wants its answer right now,

Entitled to it, but none owes it to them.

With a body that is tired from all the failures,

With a heart that is shattered,

We shall await for Thee to welcome our faces.

We have called unto Thee in the nights,

And we shall shout in the streets,

Have mercy upon us, Father, deliver us.

Time passes, everyone is rushing.

A generation quickens its pace,

Wants everything right now.

A sun in gray skies,

A nation in the land of its ancestors,

Still fighting for its life.

With a body that is tired from all the failures,

With a heart that is shattered,

We shall await for Thee to welcome our faces.

We have called unto Thee in the nights,

And we shall shout in the streets,

Have mercy upon us, Father, deliver us.

• Artist:Nathan Goshen