Jerusalém de Deus
Thalyta
Jerusalem of God
Like the mountain air
And transparent like wine
And the smell of pine
Comes with the wind at dusk
Like a bell's voice
While the stone and tree sleep
So too is dreaming
My city Jerusalem
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You are of bronze, gold, and light
You are the city of my King
Lord Jesus
As the cisterns dried up
And the market is empty
No one visits the temple mount in the old city
And in the caves that are in the rock
The winds come to cry
No one goes down to Jericho anymore, where Jesus entered
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You are of bronze, gold, and light
You are the city of my King
Lord Jesus
When I come to sing to you
And crown you with glories
I am the least of the least
Of your children, Jerusalem
Your name burns my lips
Like a kiss of love
I will never forget
Jerusalem of God
Jerusalem, Jerusalem
You are of bronze, gold, and light
You are the city of my King
Lord Jesus
