The wind that travels from the mountain
tells me of times gone by,
behind everything stone hides
the struggles and the joys.
1The mountain air is clear as water
The scent of pines around
Is carried on the breeze of twilight,
And tinkling bells resound.
Yerushalayim my city of gold,
my city of bronze and of light,
your name is in my dreams and in my prayers,
Yerushalayim my city of gold,
my city of bronze and of light,
your name is in my dreams and in my prayers.
I hear the beating hearts of men
who at last sleep without difficulty,
it was necessary for the time to come
after times of fear.
Greater people have written poems
but if I sing to you,
it is because I love you Yerushalayim,
city of light and of gold.
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs.
Oh, Jerusalem of gold,
and of light and of bronze,
your name is in my dreams and in my prayers.
1. Hebrew translation from here