It is the same where you may be, 
on Southern shore or Northern Sea,
You cannot flee the stormy voice, 
that gives your heart a demanding choice.
Go to your heart and strike your light, 
there is no use to flee your fight.
Go to your God – give Him your hand, 
and HE  WILL LEAD  YOU  TO  THE  LAND.

THAT  LAND  IS  CHOSEN  BY  OUR  LORD, 
a constant miracle to the world –
With enemies on every side, 
it`s growing up to become His bride.
It is the LAND that Mose sought, 
as he his children to it brought.
But just as he saw it from a hill – 
so many people are doing still.

Some of them do not see the sky, 
for them it`s even too bold to try – 
The others say: A moment waite! 
For some of them, it can be too late.
Light your candle in darkening eve, 
lighten your heart and now believe!
You can`t escape the stormy voice 
that gives your heart the demanding choice.

Look when the shadows silent spell
 their speech that on the sky will tell
God`s people to flee from the LAND no more, 
but come and enter it´s holy door.
The storms will come, the people rage – 
and soon will take an end this age.
But first shall rise in light the LAND, 
receive its prise by Messiah`s hand.

Arise Jerusalem, my town, 
at last you will become my home.
Arise in glory, spread your light, 
and never give up your saving fight.
The rain is coming from the sea 
with heavy drops to frighten me,
The storms are rolling towards the shore, 
but in the LAND it fright´s no more.