A siren pierces the air, two minutes of tranquility
The colony is silent, in the usually bustling city
A teacher, a student and building worker stand still
A truck driver, a lawyer, a seller and a buyer as well
Bowing their heads joined by cleaners, police and doctors
Clerks, teachers, artists, and café goers -
United stand widows, bereaved mothers and troubled fathers
Comrades in arms, childhood friends, grandparents, sons and daughters
No quarrels between right and left, between secular and religious
All differences - erased. The ethnic gap for a moment ceases.
Two minutes of communion
Two entire moments of union
Two minutes of silence, to commemorate, to remember.
Two minutes of embracing great fortitude and power.
But a reverberating blast is what we really miss
Announcing two minutes of unifying bliss
A joy to bursts out from deep within our souls
A joy to wipe out all pain and to connect us all.
And how we really miss both on Shabbat and holidays
Two minutes of tradition and of customs on these days
And another two minutes of unity on ordinary days
Then shall Independence be celebrated all the way