ירושלים של זהב [Yerushalayim shel Zahav] [English translation]

mountain air as clear as wine

and smell of pines

carried on the wind of dusk

to the sounds of bells

and in the sleepiness of tree and stone

a hostage in her dream

the city which in solitude sits

and in it's heart a wall

Jerusalem of gold

and of copper and of light

for to all of your melodies

I am the violin

Jerusalem of gold

and of copper and of light

for to all of your melodies

I am the violin

how is it the wells have dried

the market place is empty

and no man comes to the temple mount

in the ancient city

and in the tunnel in the stone

howling winds

and no man descends to the dead sea

through the path of Jericho.

Jerusalem of gold

and of copper and of light

for to all of your melodies

I am the violin

Jerusalem of gold

and of copper and of light

for to all of your melodies

I am the violin

but as I come today to sing you

and to praise you

I am smaller then your youngest child

and from the last of the poets

for your name burns the lips

as a kiss of resin

if I will forget you Jerusalem

made all of gold...

Jerusalem of gold

and of copper and of light

for to all of your melodies

I am the violin

Jerusalem of gold

and of copper and of light

for to all of your melodies

I am the violin