Текст песни John Williams - Yeroushalaim Chel Zahav

ЗОЛОТОЙ ИЕРУСАЛИМ

Горный воздух прозрачен как вино,
и запах сосен
плывет в предзакатном воздухе
вместе со звоном колоколов.
И в дремоте дерева и камня,
в плену сна своего, –
одинокий город,
а в сердце его – стена.

Припев.
Иерусалим из золота,
из меди и из света.
Я – та скрипка,
на которой играют все песни о тебе.

Мы оставили колодцы с водой,
пуста рыночная площадь,
и некому взывать на Храмовой горе
в Старом городе.
А в горных пещерах
воют ветры,
и никто не спускается
к Мертвому морю
по дороге на Йерихо.

Припев.

Но сегодня, когда я пришел петь тебе
и сплести тебе венец,
я ничтожней младшего
из твоих сыновей
и последнего из твоих певцов.
И имя твое обожжет губы,
словно укус змеи,
если забуду тебя, Иерусалим,
который весь – золото.

Припев.

Мы вернулись к колодцам
на рынок и на площадь.
Шофар взывает на Храмовой горе
в Старом городе.
И в горных пещерах
сияют тысячи солнц.
Вновь спустимся к Мертвому морю
по дороге на Йерихо.

Золотой Иерусалим

Вина прозрачней воздух горный,
Под вечер даль светла,
В сосновом ветре так просторно
Плывут колокола.

Кусты и камни спят глубоко,
И, весь в плену у сна,
Стоит мой город одиноко,
И в сердце спит Стена.

Припев:

Мой город светлый и святой,
Иерушалаим золотой,
Я лишь струна в твоем кинноре,
Я отзвук твой.

Безлюдна площадь у базара,
В колодцах нет воды,
На гору Храма в город Старый
Затеряны следы.

В пещерах горных ветры спорят,
Их свист - как плач, как стон,
Давно мертва дорога к морю,
Дорога в Иерихон.

Припев

К тебе приду - других смиренней -
Твой сын и твой певец,
Сложу псалом, склоню колени
И протяну венец.

Мой город света, город чуда,
Ты жжешь мне сердце вновь,
Я это имя не забуду,
Как первую любовь.

Припев

Вернулись мы к колодцам старым,
Вот площадь, вот базар,
С горы святой - вослед фанфарам -
Уже трубит шофар.

Сто тысяч солнц над Мертвым морем,
В пещерах ветра звон...
И мы спускались, ветру вторя,
Дорогой в Иерихон.

Yeroushalaim Chel Zahav (Jerusalem of Gold)

Jerusalem of Gold

Mountain air as clear as wine,
and the smell of pine trees
sailing at sunset air
together with the ringing of bells.
And a nap wood and stone,
captured his sleep -
lonely city
and in his heart - a wall.

Chorus.
Jerusalem of gold,
of copper and of light.
I - the violin,
which is played all the songs about you.

We left the pits with water
empty market area
and no one to call out on the Temple Mount
in Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
howling winds
and no one goes down
The Dead Sea
on the road to Jericho.

Chorus.

But today, when I came to sing to you
and you weave a crown
I insignificance Jr.
of your sons
and the last of your singers.
And your name will burn the lips,
like a snake bite,
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem,
which all - gold.

Chorus.

We returned to the wells
the market and the area.
Shofar calls on the Temple Mount
in Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
glow of a thousand suns.
Again descend to the Dead Sea
on the road to Jericho.

Jerusalem of Gold

Wine transparent mountain air,
By evening the distance is pure,
In the pine wind so spacious
Swimming bells.

Bushes and rocks deep sleep,
And, all in the thrall of sleep
Is my city alone,
And in my heart sleeps Wall.

Chorus:

My city, bright and holy,
Jerusalem Gold,
I only string in your kinnore,
I echo yours.

Deserted area near the bazaar,
In wells without water,
At Mount Temple in the Old City
Mislaid tracks.

In the caves of the mountain winds argue
Their whistles - like crying, like moaning,
Long dead road to the sea,
Road Jericho.

Chorus

To you come - othe

Golden Jerusalem

Mountain air is transparent as wine,
And the smell of sosses
floats in pre-ordinary air
Together with the ringing of bells.
And in the noodles of the tree and stone
In captivity of his sleep, -
lonely city
And in his heart - wall.

Chorus.
Jerusalem of gold,
From copper and from light.
I am that violin,
which play all the songs about you.

We left the wells with water,
empty Market Square,
and no one to call on the temple grief
In the old town.
And in the mountain caves
Warre winds
And no one descends
To the dead sea
On the way to Yericho.

Chorus.

But today, when I came to sing to you
and wean the crown,
I'm insignificant than younger
From your sons
And the last of your singers.
And your name will burn lips,
as if snake bite,
If you forget you, Jerusalem,
Which is all - gold.

Chorus.

We returned to the wells
to the market and on the square.
Shofar calls on the temple grief
In the old town.
And in mountain caves
Thousands of sun shine.
Go back to the dead sea
On the way to Yericho.

Golden Jerusalem

Wines transparent air mountain
Near the evening the distance light
In pine wind so spacious
Bells float.

Bushes and stones sleep deeply,
And, all in captivity of sleep,
It is my city lonely,
And in the heart sleeps the wall.

Chorus:

My city is light and saint,
Jerushalim Golden
I'm just a string in your film,
I'm szvuk yours.

Deserted area at the bazaar
In the wells there is no water,
On the mountain of the temple in the city of Old
Lost traces.

In the caves of mountain winds argue,
Their whistle is like crying like moan
Long dead road to the sea
Road to Jericho.

Chorus

I come to you - other humble -
Your son and your singer,
Psalm and knees
And stretch the crown.

My city of the world, a miracle city,
You burn my heart again,
I will not forget this name
Like first love.

Chorus

We returned to the beauties old
Here is the square, here is the bazaar,
From the mountains of Saint - inquiry fanfares -
Already the pipe shofar.

One hundred thousand suns over the dead sea,
In wind caves ringing ...
And we went down, the wind is the second,
Dear to Jericho.

Yeroshalaim Cel Zahav (Jerusalem Of Gold)

Jerusalem Of Gold.

Mountain Air As Clear AS WINE
And The Smell Of Pine Trees
Sailing AT Sunset Air
Together with the ringing of bells.
And a Nap Wood and Stone
Captured His Sleep -
Lonely City.
And in His Heart - a Wall.

Chorus.
JERUSALEM OF GOLD,
Of Copper and of Light.
I - The Violin,
Which is Played All The Songs About You.

We Left The Pits Water
Empty Market Area
And One To Call Out On The Temple Mount
In Old Town.
AND IN THE MOUNTAIN CAVES
Howling Winds.
and no one goes down
The Dead Sea.
ON THE ROAD TO JERICHO.

Chorus.

But Today, When i Came to Sing To You
and you weave a crown
I Insignificance Jr.
Of Your Sons
And The Last Of Your Singers.
And Your Name Will Burn The Lips
Like a Snake Bite,
If i forget thee, o jerusalem,
Which All - Gold.

Chorus.

We Returned to the Wells
The Market And The Area.
Shofar Calls on the Temple Mount
In Old Town.
AND IN THE MOUNTAIN CAVES
Glow of a Thousand Suns.
Again Descend To The Dead SEA
ON THE ROAD TO JERICHO.

Jerusalem Of Gold.

Wine Transparent Mountain Air,
By Evening The Distance Is Pure,
In The Pine Wind So Spacious
Swimming Bells.

Bushes and Rocks Deep Sleep,
And, All in The Thrall Of Sleep
IS My City Alone
And in My Heart Sleeps Wall.

Chorus:

My City, Bright and Holy,
Jerusalem Gold,
I Only String In Your Kinnore
I Echo Yours.

Deserted Area Near The Bazaar,
In Wells Welt Water,
At Mount Temple In The Old City
Mislaid Tracks.

In The Caves of the Mountain Winds Argue
Their Whistles - Like Crying, Like Moaning,
Long Dead Road to the Sea,
Road jericho.

Chorus.

To You Come - OTHE