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The other Jerusalem

My love, on your tall towers
The sunset coat is spread, with blushed edges
It's hard, so hard, not to be prophets within you
Or at least poets, Jerusalem
But between your soothsayers who desperately prophesied within you
Of kingdom and blood and sword
I want to be the first child
to wake up in the other Jerusalem
 
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem of peace
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem of peace
 
My love, in front of the (British) Police Academy
And the ammunition hill of blood and sadness
All the wounds of the foxholes, as in stitches,
Are healed by time with cool bandages of grass
And in the colorful markets the street cries out
such hoarse Hebrew and throaty Arabic
When the future pays a debt before its time
In a down-payment for the other Jerusalem
 
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem of peace
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem of peace
 
My love, the warm stones of the wailing wall
Recite, after thousands of notes full of sorrow
The path of the doves flying above the walls
With tomorrow, who paces within you
And in front of the Tower of David lovers return
In Yemin Moshe and Abu Tor, slowly and quietly,
To simply pluck clusters of stars,
So good night to the other Jerusalem
 
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem of peace
Jerusalem, Jerusalem, Jerusalem of peace
 

Loneliness

In my heart it's autumn,
I'm now
Waiting in vain -
Perhaps -
My house is falling,
Again in fog
It's gray and dark.
And in my eyes...
 
God is great -
He has to forgive,
If my heart is all earth.
My life is light - like a rain of leaves
Not a trace remains.
 
And you left, outside leaves are falling,
And the loneliness continues.
The sun is in amber colors,
With something that already passed.
 
But outside there are just falling leaves,
And my flame is fading.
Your memory is a view so dear,
Now far, now cruel.
Above my head sadness floats -
And you don't care...
 
Your image is a shadow -
A dying lily -
But in God's name, so pure.
I hate, love to the end,
In this madness today,
I will clearly not forget you...
 
And the nights,
My beverages,
Drunk as a lord.
All my ships are drowning,
But I will continue drinking.
 
For you have left, outside leaves are falling...
 
My dozing head -
The cold cuts -
But your memory is not asleep,
And it returned with the rain
[Which is] impetuous and innocent.
 
And you left...
 
Outside there are just falling leaves,
And the loneliness continues.
The sun is in amber colors,
With something that already passed.
 
But outside there are just falling leaves,
[And my flame] is not, is not fading.
Your memory is a view so dear,
Now far, now cruel.
Above my head sadness floats -
Falling leaves...
My soul is fading...
Outside the leaves are falling.
 

A Wedding Song

I shall bring you dew from Mount Gilad, my sister bride.
I shall find you gold from Ophir, my sister bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
 
I shall fish you out a pearl, my sister bride.
And I shall sew you clothes of royalty, my sister bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
I shall braid black lilies in your hair, my bride.
 
You will come to my garden silently,
To my garden when no one sees.
All of my roses are black, like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love.
All of my roses are black, like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love.
 
I shall bring you a portion of carob, my sister bride.
And put on you a pauper dress, my sister bride.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
 
You shall sweeten my bitter day, my sister bride.
And wedding wear you will bring me, my sister bride.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
I shall braid a cold and distant star in your hair.
 
You will come to my garden silently
To the garden when no one sees
The roses are beautiful like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love
The roses are beautiful like the bread of the poor,
Like the song of love.