Once we heard songs of sorrow for Jerusalem Once we heard poems crying for Jerusalem For a while all the attention was drawn to your pain ...Through the air portraits of martyrs were blowing like rain Viewing crowds were safe in their far away regions Soon the songs flew away like a scared flock of pigeons City of stories, - waiting for those who departed City of stories, - the peace you conceived never started Why did they leave you alone? With sorrows beneath every stone. Peace broking rulers have flown Jerusalem stands alone