Текст песни John Williams - Yeroushalaim Chel Zahav

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John Williams

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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 THE GOLDEN JERUSALEM

Mountain air is transparent as wine,
and the smell of pines
floats in the preexisting air
with the bells ringing.
And in the drowsiness of wood and stone,
in the captivity of his sleep, -
lonely city,
and in his heart a wall.

Chorus.
Jerusalem of gold,
from copper and from light.
I'm that violin,
on which all the songs about you are playing.

We left wells with water,
empty market area,
and there is no one to cry on the Temple Mount
in the Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
the winds howl,
and no one comes down
to the Dead Sea
on the way to Jericho.

Chorus.

But today, when I came to sing to you
and we will make you a crown,
I'm less important than the younger
from your sons
and the last of your singers.
And your name will burn your lips,
Like a snake's bite,
if I forget you, O Jerusalem,
which is all gold.

Chorus.

We returned to the wells
to the market and to the square.
Shofar calls on the Temple Mount
in the Old Town.
And in the mountain caves
thousands of suns shine.
Again we will go down to the Dead Sea
on the way to Jericho.

The Golden Jerusalem

Wine is more transparent mountain air,
By evening the distance was bright,
In the pine wind it is so spacious
The bells float.

Bushes and stones sleep deeply,
And, all in captivity at a dream,
It's worth my city alone,
And in the heart sleeps the Wall.

Chorus:

My city is bright and holy,
Jerushalaim is golden,
I'm just a string in your movie,
I echoed yours.

A deserted square near the bazaar,
In the wells there is no water,
On the mountain of the Temple in the city of Stary
Lost tracks.

In the caves of the mountain winds argue,
Their whistles are like weeping, like moaning,
Long dead road to the sea,
The road to Jericho.

Chorus

I'll come to you - others are more humble -
Your son and your singer,
I'll make a psalm, I'll bend my knees
And I will stretch out the crown.

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

Chorus

We returned to the old wells,
Here's the square, here's the bazaar,
From the mountain of the saint - after the fanfares -
The shofar is already sounding.

One hundred thousand suns over the Dead Sea,
In the caves of the wind ringing ...
And we descended, echoing the wind,
Dear in Jericho.

Yeroushalaim Chel Zahav (Jerusalem of Gold)

Jerusalem of Gold

Mountain air as clear as wine,
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