שיר החייל [Shir haChayal] [English translation]

Open your eyes

Go out and look at this world

Such a strange world this is

The boy has become a soldier

And out onto war he goes

He leaves here and joins the caravan

Tonight he'll sleep far away

The house is empty, so quiet

No sounds of laughter are heard

"With an old pair of English boots

I survive through the schemes.

Father, father, don't be sorry,

I'll be back, be back soon.

Heavy is the dust, the fog does not disperse

And the wheel goes around always.

Mother, mother, hear me,

I will not reveal my suffering to you."

• Artist:Berry Sakharof