For you, city of prayer, I pray
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For you, the glorious dwellings, the flower of cities
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Oh Jerusalem, oh Jerusalem, oh city of prayer, pray
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Our eyes go to you every day
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Rotating in the corridors of temples
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Hugging old churches
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And wipe the sadness from the mosques
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O night of Isra, O path of those who passed to heaven
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Our eyes go to you every day and I pray
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The child in the cave and his mother, Mary, two faces crying
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For those who are homeless
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For children without homes
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For the one who defended and was martyred at the entrances
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And peace be martyred in the homeland of peace
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Right fell on the entrances
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When the city of Jerusalem collapsed
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Love has receded, and in the hearts of the world, war has settled
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The child in the cave and his mother Mary, two faces crying while I was praying
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The shining wrath is coming and I am full of faith
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Bright anger is coming, I will pass over sorrows
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From every road I come with horses of fear
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And as the face of the all-encompassing God is coming
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The door of our city will not be closed, I am going to pray
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I will knock on the doors and I will open the doors
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And you, Jordan River, will wash my face with holy water
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And you will erase, O Jordan River, the traces of the barbarous foot
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Shining anger is coming on horses of fear
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And the face of force will be defeated
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The home is ours and Jerusalem is ours
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And with our own hands, we will restore the splendor of Jerusalem
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In our hands, to Jerusalem, peace is coming |