Far away, behind horizons
There was born a prophet child
Lonely cries which break the silence
Shadows of the night

Holy land, can you hear the children cry
Holy land, is this the dream that satisfies

Praying hands in faithfullness
Praying hands, sanctify
Praying hands touch the darkness
Praying hands touch the sky

Thousand years of hate still burning
Promised land of rising sun
Human being you are not learning
What will it become