Хор Турецкого – Иерусалим

How old is this ancient place No way we can know or measure. I worship your solemn grace. You’re my one and only treasure. Here I am, humble and dazed, Clenching my teeth to survive I’ll never stop to be amazed At how you help me stay alive. Wintertime your rocks get cold Yet they never cover with ice. In this freezing hostile world You are my home, my paradise. Your sons accept their fate and plight Always knowing for what they stand. Caught up in this never ending fight To defend their motherland. Lord Almighty, I am your slave. If some day you abandon me Leave me here to lie in my grave Let me here forever be. To the end of days, through the ages, This message shall be heard and known - I’m willing to turn to dust and ashes For the sake of my city of stone.