For you, O city of prayers I pray For you, with your splendid houses... O flower of cities O Jerusalem O Jerusalem! O Jerusalem O city of prayers I pray
Our eyes travel in your direction every day, every day... They wade through the temples... They embrace the ancient churches... They wipe the sadness off the mosques...
O nocturnal journey O path of those who have attained the Heavens Our eyes travel in your direction every day and I am praying...
The Child in the cave and His mother Mary, two weeping faces Weeping for those who were exiled! For children without houses!
For those who defended their homeland, for those martyrs on their doorsteps And peace became a martyr ... in the land of peace And justice was lost on the doorsteps
When Jerusalem fell, love retreated, and war settled in the heart of the world The Child in the cave and His mother Mary, two weeping faces And I am praying
The striking fury is on its way, and I am full of faith! The striking fury is on its way, and I will overcome the sadness From every direction, it is coming! ... On the horses of awe, it is coming! And there is no doubt about it, it is coming! The gates of our city will not be locked, for I am heading there to pray I will knock on the doors... And the doors shall be opened
And you, O Jordan River, will wash my face with holy water And you, O Jordan River, will erase the trace of the barbaric feet The striking fury is on its way! On the horses of awe, it is coming! And it will conquer the meagre power!
Bethlehem is ours! Jerusalem is ours! And with our hands we will return the glow of Jerusalem With our hands, peace will be brought upon Jerusalem Peace is coming to Jerusalem! Peace is coming to Jerusalem! It is coming!