They were poor men, like you, like me;
they'd been casting their nets in the lake
or collecting taxes at the gates of the city.
I remember that amongst them all
there was not even a learned man,
and the one whom they called Master
was dead and buried in a tomb.
If you feel a breeze from heaven,
a wind shaking the doors,
listen, it's a voice that is calling you,
inviting you to travel afar.
There's a fire arising
in him who is waiting,
in him who cherishes
hopes of love.
They had a heart in their breast, like you, like me,
gripped by a fear cold as ice,
eyes that were dry, unable to cry anymore
and faces pale with fever and fear.
They surely were thinking about their lost friend,
about the woman left at the door of the house,
about the cross standing at the top of the hill.
If you feel a breeze from heaven…
And the wind shook the door of the house,
it entered wildly into the room,
and they had eyes and voices of fire;
they rushed out to sing their joy in the street.
Man, you who wait hidden in shadow,
the voice that is calling is really for you;
it brings you joy, it brings you good news:
the Kingdom of God has already come!
If you feel a breeze from heaven…

If the Lord does not build the house,
in vain do the builders toil.
If the Lord does not watch over the city,
in vain the watchman keeps vigil;
if the Lord does not watch over the city.
If the Lord does not build the house…
In vain is your early rising,
your going late to rest
to earn your daily bread.
God gives to his friends while they sleep!
God gives to his friends while they sleep.
If the Lord does not build the house…
Sons are a gift from the Lord,
like arrows in the hands of a warrior
are the sons of one’s youth.
Happy the man who has his quiver full of them,
he will not fear when enemies arrive.
If the Lord does not build the house…

For love of my brothers and friends,
for love of my brothers and friends,
I will say, I will sing:
peace be with you.
How I rejoiced when they said to me:
"Let us go to the house of the Lord."
And now our feet are standing
at your gateways Jerusalem.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
rebuilt again!
Jerusalem, Jerusalem,
rebuilt again!
For love of my brothers and friends…
There the tribes go up,
the tribes of the Lord.
They come to praise the Lord
according to the law of Israel.
Jerusalem, Jerusalem…
For love of my brothers and friends…
Ask for peace, ask for peace
for Jerusalem.
May peace, may peace
be on those who love you!
Jerusalem, Jerusalem…

This is my commandment:
Love one another
love one another,
as I have loved you,
as I have loved you,
as I have loved you.
No one has a greater love
Than to give his life for his friends.
You are my friends,
you are my friends.
You are my friends,
you are my friends.
You did not choose me,
but I have chosen you.
If the world hates you,
Know that first it hated me,
if the world hates you
know that first it hated me,
Father, as you are in me
and I am in you,
may they be one in us
so that the world may believe
that you have sent me.
This is my commandment:
love one another
as I have loved you
You are my friends….
You did not choose me…

You stole my heart,
you stole my heart,
my sister, my bride,
you stole, you stole, my heart.
How beautiful your loves,
how beautiful your loves!
The fragrance of your perfumes
more than all the balsams of love.
Honey flows from your lips,
my bride, my sister,
honey and milk are under your tongue.
The fragrance of your garments
is the fragrance of Lebanon;
my sister, my bride,
tastier than wine are your loves.
A garden enclosed are you, sister of mine,
a sealed fountain, bride of mine!
Your fruits a paradise of pomegranates,
of nard and saffron, of myrrh and aloes
Awake wind, rise Auster, and come!
Blow in my garden
that it may release its scents,
and my beloved may enter my garden
and delight in its exquisite fruits.
I have already entered my garden,
my bride,
I have eaten my honey in its comb,
I have drunk my wine and my milk.
Friends, come! Drink, O my dear ones,
and get drunk!
You stole my heart…