Give Us Strength
Give us strength again to bear the trembling on our hands
With a silver tray – our glorious sons.
Give us strength – to be happy
And to cry – endlessly.
Give us strength to hold in one heart
The intoxication, the great joy and the thousands of sorrows.
Give us strength to look into the eyes of the widows in their grief
To stand silent facing their never ending sorrow.
Give us strength – to forget
The revenge and the blood.
Give us strength to return from the tank to the day of a festival and to just an ordinary day
To sow the wheat of tomorrow in the battlefield of yesterday.