كلمات Ya Ouds wen aroh

Your soul, where's your soul
Jerusalem, my city of old

Where is your shining light?
Your global vision falls
I see your tears at night
are running down your walls

Still stories that you hold
are echoing in your halls

Your soul, where's your soul
Jerusalem, my city of old

To the rock of the dome
They closed the gates and doors
At the church of the tomb
were pilgrims stopped by force

Your soul, where's your soul
Jerusalem, my city of old

I pray that love may come
To cool the burning coal
That fills your bleeding heart
and haunts your sleepless soul

My city of old
The world is your land
Your walls may be high
Your space will still expand