יְרוּשָׁלַיִם שֶׁל זָהָב (Yerushalayim Shel Zahav)

The mountain air is as clear as wine
and the smell of pines
carried in the spirit of the Arabs
with the sound of bells

And in the slumber of Elan and Eben
Captivity in a dream
The city where you live alone
And in her heart is brown

Jerusalem of Gold
And of copper and of light
Not for all your songs
I am a violinist
Jerusalem of Gold
And of copper and of light
Not for all your songs
I am a violinist

We returned to the water hole
To market and to sell
Shofar calls in the mountain of the house
in the old City

And in the caves in the rock
A thousand suns shine
We went back down to the Salt Sea
on the way to Jericho

Jerusalem of Gold
And of copper and of light
Not for all your songs
I am a violinist
Jerusalem of Gold
And of copper and of light
Not for all your songs
I am a violinist

Oh, when I come today to sing to you
And go to tie crowns
I am a young child of yours
and the last of the poets

Because your name burns the lips
A resin kiss
If I forget Jerusalem
which is all gold

Jerusalem of Gold
And of copper and of light
Not for all your songs
I am a violinist
Jerusalem of Gold
And of copper and of light
Not for all your songs
I am a violinist
violin