Jerusalem!
A glorious word.
Jerusalem!
And music is heard.
Jerusalem!
Seas of tears were shed.
Jerusalem!
Your sunsets are red.
The cradle of wisdon.
The birhplace of glory.
With burning letters
Has written your story.
The ages have passed
And worlds have rotated.
The oldes of cities!
Your fame is not faded.
The solemn singing
Is heard in your streets.
The world of playing
Same lips still repeat.
The mother is hiding
Her child on her breast
Looking for shelter
For peace and for rest.
Jerusalem
© Copyright: Владимир Левченко 2, 2011
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