The mountain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pines
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells.
And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
The city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall.
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and to the market-place
A ram’s horn calls out on the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain
Thousands of suns shine –
We will once again descend to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho!
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
But as I come to sing to you today,
And to adorn crowns to you
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children
And of the last poet.
For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
If I forget thee, Jerusalem,
Which is all gold…
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
Jerusalem of gold
And of bronze, and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
De asemenea: Im Nin’Alu (If The Doors Are Locked)