The city that sits alone, and in my heart is a wall.
Jerusalem of gold, and of hope, and of light, the light of all your songs.
I am like it.
Jerusalem of gold, and of hope, and of light, the light of all your songs.
I am like it.
Jerusalem of gold, and
of hope, and of
light, but today I come to sing to you, and to listen to your songs.
I was a little boy, a young man, and lately I am a poet.
Because your name is screaming in my mouth, because of the fire of sorrow.
If you forget Jerusalem, Where everyone is Zahar Jerusalem of Zahar And of Nechoshet
and of Or Hallo to all your songs I am Like Jerusalem Of Zahar And of Nechoshet
and of Or Hallo to all your songs A little pause...
and we are back.