"Shevet Achim V'achayot" (A Tribe of Brothers and Sisters) was created in honor of Israel's 71st birthday. The lyrics were written by Doron Medalie and the melody was composed by Idan Raichel. |
Shevet Achim V'achayot Yoni Eliav and 30 Singers |
Shevet Achim V'achayot - Israeli Police |
Shevet Achim V'achayot - Special in Uniform Soldiers and volunteers with special needs |
Shevet Achim V'achayot - Sheba Medical Center |
Shevet Achim V'achayot - Yonina |
Shevet Achim V'achayot Taglit - Birthright Israel (English version) |
Shevet Achim V'achayot Rabotai Jewish A Capella |
Shevet Achim V'achayot - Bnei Akiva Shlichim |
Shevet Achim V'achayot Yeshivah of Flatbush High School Choir |
שֵׁבֶט אַחִים וַאֲחָיוֹת 70 שָׁנָה בַּמְּכוֹנִית אֲנִי נוֹסֵעַ וּמַבִּיט עַל מָה הָיָה וּמָה נִהְיָה וְאֵיךְ נַפְשִׁי עוֹד הוֹמִיָה מֵהַמְּצָדָה שֶׁל הַזְּרִיחוֹת יְרוּשָׁלַיִם בַּסְּלִיחוֹת מֵחוֹף כִּנֶּרֶת וְאַכְזִיב מֵהַמְּסִבּוֹת שֶׁל תֵּל אָבִיב אָבִי חָלַם וְהִתְפַּלֵּל לִחְיּוֹת בְּאֶרֶץ יִשְׂרָאֵל הַיּוֹם יַלְדִי אוֹתִי שׁוֹאֵל מָה הַסִּפּוּר שֶׁל יִשְׂרָאֵל כָּאן זֶה בַּיִת, כָּאן זֶה לֵב וְאוֹתַךְ אֲנִי לֹא עוֹזֵב אֲבוֹתֵינוּ-שֹׁרָשִׁים וַאֲנַחְנוּ הַפְּרָחִים, הַמַּנְגִּינוֹת שֵׁבֶט אַחִים וַאֲחָיוֹת אוֹתָהּ שְׁכוּנָה, אוֹתוֹ רְחוֹב תְּרֵיסָר בָּנִים שֶׁל יַעֲקֹב אוֹסְפִים בְּיַחַד נְדוּדִים בְּתוֹךְ תַּרְמִיל גַּעְגּוּעִים אָדָם הוּא נוֹף מוֹלַדְתּוֹ חוֹרֵט קַוִּים בְּכַף יָדוֹ בֵּין הַתְּפִלּוֹת לַנְּדָרִים רֵיחוֹת פַּרְדֵּס שֶׁל הַדָּרִים וּבְעֵינֶיהָ שֶׁל אִמִּי תָּמִיד אֶמְצָא אֶת מְקוֹמִי עַל הַגִּיטָרָה מִתְנַגֵּן נִגּוּן עַתִּיק שֶׁמְּכַוֵּן כָּאן זֶה בַּיִת, כָּאן זֶה לֵב וְאוֹתַךְ אֲנִי לֹא עוֹזֵב אֲבוֹתֵינוּ-שֹׁרָשִׁים וַאֲנַחְנוּ הַפְּרָחִים, הַמַּנְגִּינוֹת שֵׁבֶט אַחִים וַאֲחָיוֹת מִבְּרֵאשִית הַכֹּל תָּפוּר טְלָאִים, טְלָאִים שֶׁל הַסִּפּוּר כְּמוֹ שְׁתֵּי מִלִּים-לְהִתְחַבֵּר בְּחוּט זָהָב שֶׁל מְשׁוֹרֵר אֲנִי מִכָּאן, אֲנִי שִׁיֵּךְ וְכָל חָבֵר שֶׁלִּי כְּמוֹ אָח אָת הַפּוֹעֶמֶת בִּלְבָבִי אֲנִי מִזְרָח-מַעֲרָבִי כָּאן זֶה בַּיִת, כָּאן זֶה לֵב וְאוֹתַךְ אֲנִי לֹא עוֹזֵב אֲבוֹתֵינוּ-שֹׁרָשִׁים וַאֲנַחְנוּ הַפְּרָחִים, הַמַּנְגִּינוֹת שֵׁבֶט אַחִים וַאֲחָיוֹת |
Shevet Achim V'achayot Shivim shanah b'mechonit Ani nose'a v'mabit Al mah haya umah nihiye Ve'eich nafshi od homiya MehaMatzada shel hazrichut Yerushalayim b'slichot M'chof Kinneret v'Achziv Mehamesibot shel Tel Aviv Avi chalam v'hitpalel Lichyot b'Eretz Yisrael Hayom yaldi oti sho'el Mah hasipur shel Yisrael Pizmon Kan zeh bayit, kan zeh lev V'otach ani lo ozev Avoteinu - shorashim V'anachnu haprachim, hamanginot Shevet achim v'achayot Otah shchoona, oto rechov Treisar banim shel Ya'akov Osfim beyachad nedoodim Betoch tarmil ga'a'goo'im Adam hu nof muladato Choret kavim b'kaf yado Bein hatfillot l‘nedarim Reichot pardes shel hadarim U'v'inei'a shel imi Tamid emtzeh et mekomi Al hagitarah mitnagen Nigun atik sh'mechavan Kan zeh bayit Kan zeh lev V'otach ani lo ozev Avoteinu-shorashim V'anachnu haprachim, hamanginot Shevet achim v'achayot MiBeresheet hakol tafur T'laim, t'laim shel hasipur K'mo shtei milim-l'hit'chaber B'choot zahav shel m'shorer Ani mikan, ani shayach V'kol chaver sheli k'mo ach At hapo'emet bil'vavi Ani mizrach-ma'aravi Kan zeh bayit Kan zeh lev V'otach ani lo ozev Avoteinu-shorashim V'anachnu haprachim, hamanginot Shevet achim v'achayot Kan zeh bayit Kan zeh lev V'otach ani lo ozev Avoteinu - shorashim V'anachnu haprachim, hamanginot Shevet achim v'achayot |
A Tribe of Brothers and Sisters
70 years on the road I'm traveling and looking At what was and what will be And how my soul is still this nation From catching the sunrise From the sunrises of Masada From Jerusalem with its palaces From the beaches of the Kinneret From the parties of Tel Aviv My father dreamed and prayed To live in the Land of Israel Today my children ask me What is the story of Israel? Chorus: This is my home, this is my heart And I will not leave Our ancestors, our roots We are the flowers, the melodies A tribe of brothers and sisters The same neighborhood, the same street Jacob's twelve sons Brought together after their wanderings In the place of their longing A man is his native landscape He digs lines in the palm of his hand Between the prayers and the oaths The smell of orchard of citrus And in my mother's eyes I'll always find my place The guitar is playing An ancient tune that is right This is a my home This is my heart And I will not leave Our ancestors, our roots And we are the flowers, the melodies A tribe of brothers and sisters From the beginning, everything is sewn Patches, patches of the story Like two words, they connect The golden needle of a poet Here I am from, here I belong And every friend of mine is like a brother You are beating in my heart I am east and west This is my home This is my heart And I will not leave Our ancestors, our roots We are the flowers, the melodies A tribe of brothers and sisters This is my home This is my heart And I will not leave Our ancestors, our roots We are the flowers, the melodies A tribe of brothers and sisters |
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