Текст песни Shuli Natan - Yerushalayim Shel Zahav

Avir Harim Tsalul Kayain
ve reah oranim
Nisa Beruah Ha Arbaim
Im Kohl Paonym
Uvtardemat Ilan wa Even
Sewing a Shoe
hair asher badad yoshevet
Uliba Homa

Yerushalaim Shel Zahav
ve hel is not like ve hel
Hale Lehol Shiraih
Ani Kinor

Eiha Javshu Borot Hamaim
kikar hashuk rake
ve ein kore behar habayt
bair haatika
Uwamearot Asher Basela
looser
ve ein yored el yam hamelah
thigh yericho

Yerushalaim Shel Zahav
ve hel is not like ve hel
Hale Lehol Shiraih
Ani Kinor

Ah beevi hayom lashir lah
ve la lixor ktarim
Catonti Mitzair Banaih
meahron me hameshorerim
Ki Shmeh Tsorev et Hassfateim
Ki neshikat saraf
im eshkeh yerushalaim
usher kula zahav

Yerushalaim Shel Zahav
hanghel
Hale Lehol Shiraih
Ani Kinor

Hazarnu El Borot Hamaim
lashuk ve lakikar
Shofar Kore Behar Habyte
ba ir haatika
Uwemearot Asher Basela
alfei shmashot zorkhot
Nashuv Nered El Yam Yam Hamelah
thigh yericho

Yerushalaim Shel Zahav
hanghel
Hale Lehol Shiraih
Ani Kinor

Wines are more clear mountain air,
In the evening, far away light
In the pine wind so spacious
Bells are floating.
Bushes and stones sleep deep
And all captive at sleep
My city is alone
And in the heart sleeps the Wall.

My city is bright and holy
Jerusalem is golden
I'm just a string in your kinnor
I am your echo.

The deserted square at the bazaar,
There is no water in the wells
On the mountain of the Temple in the city of Old
Lost traces.
In the caves of the mountain winds argue
Their whistle is like crying, like a groan,
The road to the sea has long been dead
The road to Jericho.

My city is bright and holy
Jerusalem is golden
I'm just a string in your kinnor
I am your echo.

I’ll come to you - others more humble -
Your son and your singer
Fold a psalm, kneel down
And stretch the crown.
My city of light, city of miracle
You burn my heart again
I will not forget this name
Like a first love.

My city is bright and holy
Jerusalem is golden
I'm just a string in your kinnor
I am your echo.

We returned to the old wells,
Here is the square, here is the bazaar,
From the holy mountain - followed by 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.

My city is bright and holy
Jerusalem is golden
I'm just a string in your kinnor
I am your echo.