Do you remember when we were still little? We used to hide behind hay Baskets of tomatoes and the wind of October Whistles in the air Stones in our shoes, a smile on our faces Flowers in our hair The path to the village was lost The path we wanted to return by The battlefield will turn into fields of wheat You will yet see that we will return and raise children here The battlefield will turn into fields of wheat Beautiful people will continue to dance on the paths More songs will be written here, and thousands of Anemones will cover the stains שיבולים Adar Golad #yomhazikaron