ЗОЛОТОЙ ИЕРУСАЛИМ
Горный воздух прозрачен как вино,
и запах сосен
плывет в предзакатном воздухе
вместе со звоном колоколов.
И в дремоте дерева и камня,
в плену сна своего, –
одинокий город,
а в сердце его – стена.
Припев.
Иерусалим из золота,
из меди и из света.
Я – та скрипка,
на которой играют все песни о тебе.
Мы оставили колодцы с водой,
пуста рыночная площадь,
и некому взывать на Храмовой горе
в Старом городе.
А в горных пещерах
воют ветры,
и никто не спускается
к Мертвому морю
по дороге на Йерихо.
Припев.
Но сегодня, когда я пришел петь тебе
и сплести тебе венец,
я ничтожней младшего
из твоих сыновей
и последнего из твоих певцов.
И имя твое обожжет губы,
словно укус змеи,
если забуду тебя, Иерусалим,
который весь – золото.
Припев.
Мы вернулись к колодцам
на рынок и на площадь.
Шофар взывает на Храмовой горе
в Старом городе.
И в горных пещерах
сияют тысячи солнц.
Вновь спустимся к Мертвому морю
по дороге на Йерихо.
Золотой Иерусалим
Вина прозрачней воздух горный,
Под вечер даль светла,
В сосновом ветре так просторно
Плывут колокола.
Кусты и камни спят глубоко,
И, весь в плену у сна,
Стоит мой город одиноко,
И в сердце спит Стена.
Припев:
Мой город светлый и святой,
Иерушалаим золотой,
Я лишь струна в твоем кинноре,
Я отзвук твой.
Безлюдна площадь у базара,
В колодцах нет воды,
На гору Храма в город Старый
Затеряны следы.
В пещерах горных ветры спорят,
Их свист - как плач, как стон,
Давно мертва дорога к морю,
Дорога в Иерихон.
Припев
К тебе приду - других смиренней -
Твой сын и твой певец,
Сложу псалом, склоню колени
И протяну венец.
Мой город света, город чуда,
Ты жжешь мне сердце вновь,
Я это имя не забуду,
Как первую любовь.
Припев
Вернулись мы к колодцам старым,
Вот площадь, вот базар,
С горы святой - вослед фанфарам -
Уже трубит шофар.
Сто тысяч солнц над Мертвым морем,
В пещерах ветра звон...
И мы спускались, ветру вторя,
Дорогой в Иерихон.
Yeroushalaim Chel Zahav (Jerusalem of Gold)
Jerusalem of Gold
Mountain air as clear as wine,
and the smell of pine trees
sailing at sunset air
together with the ringing of bells.
And a nap wood and stone,
captured his sleep -
lonely city
and in his heart - a wall.
Chorus.
Jerusalem of gold,
of copper and of light.
I - the violin,
which is played all the songs about you.
We left the pits with water
empty market area
and no one to call out on the Temple Mount
in Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
howling winds
and no one goes down
The Dead Sea
on the road to Jericho.
Chorus.
But today, when I came to sing to you
and you weave a crown
I insignificance Jr.
of your sons
and the last of your singers.
And your name will burn the lips,
like a snake bite,
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
which all - gold.
Chorus.
We returned to the wells
the market and the area.
Shofar calls on the Temple Mount
in Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
glow of a thousand suns.
Again descend to the Dead Sea
on the road to Jericho.
Jerusalem of Gold
Wine transparent mountain air,
By evening the distance is pure,
In the pine wind so spacious
Swimming bells.
Bushes and rocks deep sleep,
And, all in the thrall of sleep
Is my city alone,
And in my heart sleeps Wall.
Chorus:
My city, bright and holy,
Jerusalem Gold,
I only string in your kinnore,
I echo yours.
Deserted area near the bazaar,
In wells without water,
At Mount Temple in the Old City
Mislaid tracks.
In the caves of the mountain winds argue
Their whistles - like crying, like moaning,
Long dead road to the sea,
Road Jericho.
Chorus
To you come - othe GOLDEN JERUSALEM
The mountain air is transparent like wine
and the smell of pines
floats in the sunset air
along with the ringing of bells.
And in the slumber of wood and stone,
captive to his sleep, -
lonely city
but in his heart is a wall.
Chorus.
Jerusalem of gold
from copper and from light.
I am that violin
where all the songs about you are played.
We left water wells
the market square is empty,
and no one to cry out on the Temple Mount
in the Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
the winds howl
and nobody comes down
to the Dead Sea
on the road to Jeriho.
Chorus.
But today when I came to sing to you
and weave a crown for you,
I am more insignificant than the younger
of your sons
and the last of your singers.
And your name will burn your lips
like a snake bite
if I forget you, Jerusalem,
which is all gold.
Chorus.
We returned to the wells
to the market and to the square.
The Shofar Calls Out on the Temple Mount
in the Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
thousands of suns shine.
Let's go down to the Dead Sea again
on the road to Jeriho.
Golden Jerusalem
Wine is clearer than mountain air,
In the evening, the distance is bright
It's so spacious in the pine wind
The bells are floating.
Bushes and stones sleep deep
And, all in captivity in a dream,
My city is lonely
And the Wall sleeps in the heart.
Chorus:
My city is bright and holy
Jerusalem gold,
I'm just a string in your kinnor
I am your echo.
Deserted square near the bazaar
There is no water in the wells
On the Temple Mount to the Old Town
Lost traces.
In mountain caves the winds argue
Their whistle is like a cry, like a moan,
The road to the sea is long dead
Road to Jericho.
Chorus
I will come to you - more humble others -
Your son and your singer
I'll fold my psalm, I'll bow my knees
And I will stretch out the crown.
My city of light, city of wonder
You burn my heart again
I will not forget this name
Like first love.
Chorus
We returned to the old wells,
Here is the square, here is the bazaar,
From the holy mountain - following the fanfare -
The shofar is already blowing.
One hundred thousand suns over the Dead Sea
In the caves of the wind ringing ...
And we went down, echoing the wind,
Dear to Jericho.
Yeroushalaim Chel Zahav (Jerusalem of Gold)
Jerusalem of Gold
Mountain air as clear as wine,
and the smell of pine trees
sailing at sunset air
together with the ringing of bells.
And a nap wood and stone,
captured his sleep -
lonely city
and in his heart - a wall.
Chorus.
Jerusalem of gold,
of copper and of light.
I - the violin,
which is played all the songs about you.
We left the pits with water
empty market area
and no one to call out on the Temple Mount
in Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
howling winds
and no one goes down
The dead sea
on the road to Jericho.
Chorus.
But today, when I came to sing to you
and you weave a crown
I insignificance Jr.
of your sons
and the last of your singers.
And your name will burn the lips,
like a snake bite,
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
which all - gold.
Chorus.
We returned to the wells
the market and the area.
Shofar calls on the Temple Mount
in Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
glow of a thousand suns.
Again descend to the Dead Sea
on the road to Jericho.
Jerusalem of Gold
Wine transparent mountain air,
By evening the distance is pure,
In the pine wind so spacious
Swimming bells.
Bushes and rocks deep sleep,
And, all in the thrall of sleep
Is my city alone,
And in my heart sleeps Wall.
Chorus:
My city, bright and holy,
Jerusalem Gold,
I only string in your kinnore,
I echo yours.
Deserted area near the bazaar,
In wells without water,
At Mount Temple in the Old City
Mislaid tracks.
In the caves of the mountain winds argue
Their whistles - like crying, like moaning,
Long dead road to the sea,
Road Jericho.
Chorus
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