Hayiti b'Paris vegam b'Roma
Ra'iti et shiv'at pil'ei tevel
Bakotev hatzfoni vegam daroma
Ach ein makom kmo Eretz Yisrael.
Uch'mo gluyot shel nof yafot
Tmunot bezichroni afot
Kmo be'ad adasha shel matzlema.
Betarmili otan esa
Bechawl makom, bechawl masa
Kit'ei p'seifas mitoch tmuna shleima.

Chorus:
Shalom lach eretz nehederet
Avdech hadal nosei lach shir mizmor
Gam im le'itim noded ani al derech -
Mah tov lindod ach tov yoter lachzor.

Tz'richei hamigdalim birushalayim
Vesimte'ot hashuk hatziv'oni;
Gagot hare'afim shel Giv'atayim
Hanibatim mib'ad chaloni.
Et ha'aviv b'Tel Aviv
Et savati ve'et savi
Et hachallah ve'et nerot Shabbat.
Et Yam Hamelach mul Edom
Ve'eshet Lot tzofa liS'dom
Ve'et hakayitz bo'acha Eilat.

Shalom lach eretz nehederet....

Meimeha hak'chulim shel haKineret
Veharaki'a hato'em mei'al.
Vehargashat habayit hamukeret
Betoch orkai zoremet kmo chasmal.
Harei Galil vehaShomron,
Hapardesim shebaSharon,
Viyeladim began hamoshava;
Et haKarmel ve'et hayam
Echad echad ve'et kulam
Tamid kortzim, omrim "Baruch Haba."

Shalom lach eretz nehederet......

I was in Paris and also in Rome,
I saw the seven wonders of the world,
At the North Pole and also at the South,
But there's no place like the Land of Israel.
And like postcards of beautiful scenery
Pictures fly through my memory
As if through the lens of a camera.
In my backpack I carry them,
everywhere, on every journey
Pieces of a mosaic within the whole picture.

Chorus:
Peace to you, lovely country
Your poor servant carries a song of praise to you.
Though sometimes I wander on the road -
How good it is to wander, but even better to return.

The turrets of the towers in Jerusalem,
And alleyways of the colorful street market;
The tile roofs of Givatayim, which are seen through my window.
Springtime in Tel Aviv,
My grandmother and my grandfather,
The challah and the Shabbat candles.
The Dead Sea opposite the hills of Edom
And Lot's wife looking towards Sodom
And the summertime, as you approach Eilat.

Peace to you, lovely country...

The blue waters of Kineret
And the matching sky above.
And the familiar feeling of home
Flows like electricity within my veins.
The mountains of the Galil, and Shomron
The orchards in the Sharon,
And children in the garden of a moshava;
The Carmel and the sea,
Each one separately, and all of them,
Always wink to me, saying "Welcome!"

Peace to you, lovely country...