Neither you Simon, nor the fifty thousand
Nor the Romans, nor the Jews, nor Judas, nor the Twelve,
Nor the Priests, nor the Scribes
Nor doomed Jerusalem itself,
Understand what power is
Understand what glory is
Understand at all... understand at all.
If you knew all that I knew, my poor Jerusalem
You'd see the truth, but you close your eyes,
But you close your eyes
While you live your troubles are many, poor Jerusalem
To conquer death you only have to die
You only have to die.