”With the rising sun,
on her wedding day,
she raised her eyes, to the heavens,
and she thanked Hashem, for the man of truth,
with whom she would build a nation.

But with nightfall came,
Destiny betrayed,
The veil concealing another,
Yet a sisters shame, not her shattered dreams,
Took hold of her heart, and her senses.

Chorus:

Mama Rochel, cry for us again,
Wont you shed a tear for your dear children,
If you raise your sweet voice now as then, the day will come,
Mama Rochel cry for us again,
Wont you shed a tear for your dear children
Bizechuseich Veshovu Vanin Ligvulom.

In a roadside grave,
she was laid to rest,
in solitude forever,
but her voice gave hope, to the broken hearts,
of her daughters and sons, bound for exile.

When her plaintive cry,
gained devine consent,
a challenge to her maker,
Can the mercy of, mere flesh and blood,
Run deeper then yours, our creator.

Chorus: Mama Rochel cry…

Now your voice is still,
as you heed the call,
Of M’ni Koleich Mibechi,
It’s our father’s will, he who made us all,
and dare we ask of you, to defy him.

Yet a frightened child,
Numb from pain and grief,
Remains forlorn and uncertain,
clinging to the faith, that it can be heard,
as it cries out to its mother…