LYRIC
SONG OF OUR TRAVELS- Yosef Chaim Shwekey- Composed by Yitzy Schwartz & Dina Storch, Lyrics by Dina Storch- Lo Lefached
VERSE 1:
Jews from different shades
The noble and the poor,
That day, they all stood equal
In a crowded, confusing square.
A nation rich in identity,
Yet always faced with uncertainty,
Now gathered with no explanations
Bereft, they look for provisions
For a journey no one understands.
The train begins to move
With a simple whistle’s blow
And crowded like a family
The purest of offerings go.
The Jewish heart begins to sing
A gift of love, an offering
The train blasting horrible noises
Piercing the sky are their voices.
As one by one, they join each other in song.
CHORUS 1:
Yes, I believe בֶּאֱמוּנָה שְׁלֵמָה
,בְּבִיאַת הַמָּשִׁיחַ, אֲנִי מַאֲמִין
וְאַף עַל פִּי שֶׁיִּתְמַהְמֵהַּ, עִם כָּל זֶה
.אֲחַכֶּה לּוֹ, בְּכָל יוֹם שֶׁיָּבוֹא
אֲנִי מַאֲמִין, בֶּאֱמוּנָה שְׁלֵמָה
,בְּבִיאַת הַמָּשִׁיחַ, אֲנִי מַאֲמִין
וְאַף עַל פִּי שֶׁיִּתְמַהְמֵהַּ, עִם כָּל זֶה
.אֲחַכֶּה לּוֹ, בְּכָל יוֹם שֶׁיָּבוֹא
VERSE 2:
The land we now call home
With survivor’s fill
Many years transpired,
The ashes crackle still
Like a restless lion ready to pounce
They move our boundaries, surround our towns
Cries of a nation desperate
Survivors haven’t found a respite
Yet witness miracles that no one understands.
Sirens scream and wail
The enemy on our trail
Illnesses are looming
While our brothers sit in jail
The Jewish heart begins to sing
A gift of love, an offering.
The train may be cushioned
But the ride is the same
The song of our travels is mingled with pain
But the promise is felt,
Yes, we know he will come
So come now, my brothers,
Together, let’s hum
Joining the others in song.
CHORUS 2:
Yes, I believe בֶּאֱמוּנָה שְׁלֵמָה
,בְּבִיאַת הַמָּשִׁיחַ, אֲנִי מַאֲמִין
וְאַף עַל פִּי שֶׁיִּתְמַהְמֵהַּ, עִם כָּל זֶה
.אֲחַכֶּה לּוֹ, בְּכָל יוֹם שֶׁיָּבוֹא
אֲנִי מַאֲמִין, בֶּאֱמוּנָה שְׁלֵמָה
,בְּבִיאַת הַמָּשִׁיחַ, אֲנִי מַאֲמִין
וְאַף עַל פִּי שֶׁיִּתְמַהְמֵהַּ, עִם כָּל זֶה
.אֲחַכֶּה לּוֹ, בְּכָל יוֹם שֶׁיָּבוֹא
אֲנִי מַאֲמִין, בֶּאֱמוּנָה שְׁלֵמָה
,בְּבִיאַת הַמָּשִׁיחַ, אֲנִי מַאֲמִין
וְאַף עַל פִּי שֶׁיִּתְמַהְמֵהַּ, עִם כָּל זֶה
.אֲחַכֶּה לּוֹ, בְּכָל יוֹם שֶׁיָּבוֹא