The stones do not belong to anyone in Jerusalem
Of each stone the owner is the time that has
São stones upon stones, they say Jerusalem
The stones talk, they talk, but no one listens well
And the story always begins again in Jerusalem< br/>And the thousand stories that this story tells
'Stories of love and blood raise Jerusalem
And the most beautiful story began It was in Bethlehem
The word came from the mouth of a good man
From Gaza to Ramallah, and from Jenin to Hebron
And whatever
If it is ©war or peace
Next year
Jerusalém
So much I was born
So much I died
Next year
Jerusalé m
The pain that reconstructs every word of good
But it's as if no one was here