My love, victory is coming. Oh sweetheart, we will not leave you to a usurping enemy. Oh my love, we will fill you with our blood. Oh land of olives, your strong trees taught us perseverance. I will be an olive tree in the ground with very strong roots that will never leave. Oh my love, your air gives back to the soul and life. My love, I will not betray you, and I'll never love anyone more than you. Oh my love, you gave birth to Christ who said: Blessed are I and the land in which I was born