Ofra Haza Yerushalaim Shel Zahav (Jerusalem of Gold) subbed

YERUSHALAIM SHEL ZAHAV

Avir harim zalul kayayin
Ve-rei'ah oranim
Nissa be-ru'ah ha'arbayim
Im kol pa'amonim


U-ve-tardemat ilan va-even
Shvuyah ba-halomah
Ha-ir asher badad yoshevet
U-ve-libbah homah


Yerushalayim shel zahav
Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or
Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh
Ani kinnor.


Eikhah yavshu borot ha-mayim
Kikkar ha-shuk reikah
Ve-ein poked et Har ha-Bayit
Ba-ir ha-attikah


U-va-me'arot asher ba-selah
Meyallelot ruhot
Ve-ein yored el Yam ha-Melah
Be-derekh Yeriho

Yerushalayim shel zahav
Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or
Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh
Ani kinnor.

Akh be-vo'i ha-yom la-shir lakh
Ve-lakh likshor ketarim
Katonti mi-ze'ir bana'ikh
U-me-aharon ha-meshorerim


Ki shemekh zorev et ha-sefatayim
Ke-neshikat saraf
Im eshkakhekh Yerushalayim
Asher kullah zahav


Yerushalayim shel zahav
Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or
Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh
Ani kinnor.


Hazarnu el borot ha-mayim
La-shuk ve-la-kikkar
Shofar kore be-Har ha-Bayit
Ba-ir ha-attikah


U-va-me'arot asher ba-selah
Alfey shemashot zorhot
Nashuv nered el Yam ha-Melah
Be-derekh Yeriho


Yerushalayim shel zahav
Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or
Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh
Ani kinnor.


Jerusalem Of Gold


The moutain air is clear as wine
And the scent of pines
Is carried on the breeze of twilight
With the sound of bells.

And in the slumber of tree and stone
Captured in her dream
the city that sits solitary
And in its midst is a wall.

Rafrain
Jerusalem of gold,and of bonze,and of light
behold I am a violin for all your songs.

How the cisterns have dried
The market-place is empty
And no one frequents the Temple Mount
In the Old City.
And in the caves in the moutain
Winds are howling
And no one descends to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho.

Rafrain
Jerusalem of gold,and of bronze,and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
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But as I come to sing to you today,
And to adorn crowns to you(i.e.to tell your praise)
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children
(i.e.the least worthy of doing so)
And of the last poet(i.e.of all the poets born).
For your name scorches the lips
Like the kiss of a seraph
if I forget thee,Jerusalem
Which is all gold...

Rafrain
Jerusalem of gold,and of bronze,and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.

We have returned to the cisterns
To the market and to the market-place
A ram's horn(shofar)calls out(i.e.is being heard)on the Temple Mount
In the Old City
And in the caves in the moutain
Thousands of suns shine-
We will once again descend to the Dead Sea
By way of Jericho!

Rafrain
Jerusalem of gold,and of bronze,and of light
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.