Testo di Poor Jerusalem

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