Jérusalem en or [English translation]

The wind that travels from the mountain

tells me of times gone by,

behind everything stone hides

the struggles and the joys.

1The mountain air is clear as water

The scent of pines around

Is carried on the breeze of twilight,

And tinkling bells resound.

Yerushalayim my city of gold,

my city of bronze and of light,

your name is in my dreams and in my prayers,

Yerushalayim my city of gold,

my city of bronze and of light,

your name is in my dreams and in my prayers.

I hear the beating hearts of men

who at last sleep without difficulty,

it was necessary for the time to come

after times of fear.

Greater people have written poems

but if I sing to you,

it is because I love you Yerushalayim,

city of light and of gold.

Oh, Jerusalem of gold,

and of light and of bronze,

I am the lute for all your songs.

Oh, Jerusalem of gold,

and of light and of bronze,

I am the lute for all your songs.

Oh, Jerusalem of gold,

and of light and of bronze,

your name is in my dreams and in my prayers.

1. Hebrew translation from here

• Artist:Hélène Ségara
• Album:Mon pays c'est la terre