Yasmin Levy - Irme Kero | Текст песни

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• Yasmin Levy
• Irme Kero

Irme kero madre a Yerushalayim
Komer de sus frutos, bever de sus aguas

En el me arimo yo
I en el m'afalago yo
I en el senior de todo el mundo

I lo estan fraguando kon piedras presiozas
I lo estan lavorando kon piedras presiozas

I el Bet Amikdash lo vor d'enfrente
A mi me parese la luna kresiente

--English
Mother, I long for Jerusalem
To tase its fruit and drink its water
The Master of the world shelters and comforts me

I can see the Temple in front of me
It looks like the growing moon
The Master of the world shelters and comforts me

They are building it with precious stones
Decorating it with precious stones
The Master of the world shelters and comforts me