"Золотой Иерусалим". ירושלים של זהב Автор музыки и слов - Наоми Шемер, первая леди израильской песни и поэзии . Песня написана в 1967 году, музыка основана на мелодии баскской песни, но она вполне оригинальна. Иногда ее называют "вторым гимном Израиля". Она действительно стала боевым гимном в Шестидневной войне. Здесь еще подробности . Красивая песня Офра Хаза Шули Натан Зара Мужской хор Московской еврейской капеллы Рита Яхан-Фаруз Зехава Бен Леонардо Гонсалвеш Avir harim zalul kayayin Ve-rei'ah oranim Nissa be-ru'ah ha'arbayim Im kol pa'amonim U-ve-tardemat ilan va-even Shvuyah ba-halomah Ha-ir asher badad yoshevet U-ve-libbah homah Yerushalayim shel zahav Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh Ani kinnor. Eikhah yavshu borot ha-mayim Kikkar ha-shuk reikah Ve-ein poked et Har ha-Bayit Ba-ir ha-attikah U-va-me'arot asher ba-selah Meyallelot ruhot Ve-ein yored el Yam ha-Melah Be-derekh Yeriho Akh be-vo'i ha-yom la-shir lakh Ve-lakh likshor ketarim Katonti mi-ze'ir bana'ikh U-me-aharon ha-meshorerim Ki shemekh zorev et ha-sefatayim Ke-neshikat saraf Im eshkakhekh Yerushalayim Asher kullah zahav Yerushalayim shel zahav Ve-shel nehoshet ve-shel or Ha-lo le-khol shirayikh Ani kinnor. Hazarnu el borot ha-mayim La-shuk ve-la-kikkar Shofar kore be-Har ha-Bayit Ba-ir ha-attikah U-va-me'arot asher ba-selah Alfey shemashot zorhot Nashuv nered el Yam ha-Melah Be-derekh Yeriho Английский перевод The mountain air is clear as water The scent of pines around Is carried on the breeze of twilight, And tinkling bells resound. The trees and stones there softly slumber, A dream enfolds them all. So solitary lies the city, And at its heart -- a wall. Chorus: Oh, Jerusalem of gold, and of light and of bronze, I am the lute for all your songs. The wells are filled again with water, The square with joyous crowd, On the Temple Mount within the City, The shofar rings out loud. Within the caverns in the mountains A thousand suns will glow, We'll take the Dead Sea road together, That runs through Jericho. But as I sing to you, my city, And you with crowns adorn, I am the least of all your children, Of all the poets born. Your name will scorch my lips for ever, Like a seraph's kiss, I'm told, If I forget thee, golden city, Jerusalem of gold.