to zion

Be careful with those who pretend to be brothers
We are here in the struggle for freedom
As a song that grieves for redemption
We will rise from the ruins of Babylon
And stay calm on the bank of a river.
Will you help to stay in this frame of mind?
Will you rise from ignorance and battle?
And be a true child to the nations of Zion
Keep away from mental slavery
Open your ears to the forthcoming prophets
They are here shouting, struggling against deafness,
They are True children of Zion.
There is nothing to guarantee completeness
Only the clean path to the absolutely truth
Lined by lines of green fresh leaves
Where the smell of suffuses all
Zion is here to stay
Zion is here to fight
Zion is here to be you
Zion is here and lives in me
Zion is Zion as Zion is Zion
In this land where calm has been forgotten
Along with the golden words and psalms
Only one thing is secured,
Sweet child of Zion:
Your armor in the struggle.