מַעְלָה מַעְלָה בְּמַעֲלֵה הָעַקְרַבִּים
עָקוּץ, שָׁבוּר מִדַּם עַצְמִי
וּמִדַּם הַנְּדוּדִים
וְאֵיךְ זֶה שֶׁבָּאתִי אֵלַיִךְ
וַעֲדַיִן אֲנִי לֹא אִתָּךְ
וְכָל חֲלוֹמִי אוֹדוֹתַיִיךְ
כְּשֶׁהִגַּעְתִּי פִּתְאוֹם כֹּה דָּעַךְ

הִגַּעְתִּי עַד שְׂפַת חוֹמוֹתַיִךְ
וְלֹא גָּאַלְתִּי אֶת לִבֵּךְ
הַאִם אַתְּ עוֹד מַאֲמִינָה לִי
כְּשֶׁאֲנִי שָׁר לָךְ
שֶׁלֹּא אֶשְׁכָּחֵךְ

צִיּוֹן…

מָה אוּכַל לַעֲשׂוֹת בִּשְׁבִילֵךְ
שֶׁתִּפְתְּחִי בְּפָנַי שְׁעָרַיִךְ
שֶׁאוּכַל לְרַקֵּד עַל גּוּפֵךְ
לִצְלִילֵי הַלְּוִיִּים בְּכֵלַיִךְ
מָה אוּכַל לַעֲשׂוֹת בִּשְׁבִילֵךְ
שֶׁתַּחְזִירִי לִי אֶת אֵמוּנֵךְ
שֶׁיַּכִּירוּ וְיֵדְעוּ כָּל הָעוֹלָם
אֶת הָאוֹר הַמֻּפְלָא שֶׁנֶּעֱלַם

מַעְלָה מַעְלָה בְּקִדּוּשׁ שִׁבְרֵי פְּרָטִים
בָּנִיתִי בית ואִרְגּוּן לְמַלֵּא בַּקִּיר חוֹרִים
וְכַמָּה שֶׁדִּבַּרְתִּי עָלַיִךְ מְגַמָּה לֹא הָיְתָה לִי בָּךְ
זִכָּרוֹן מִיְּמֵי כְּלוּלוֹתַיִךְ מִסֵּדֶר יוֹמִי כְּבָר נִשְׁכַּח

וְאַתְּ מוּל עֵינַי מְחֻלֶּלֶת
הֶחְרַשְׁתִּי אֶת צַעֲקָתֵךְ
נִשְׁאַבְתִּי לְגִישָׁה מְפֻתֶּלֶת
שֶׁהֶאֱפִילָה מֵעֵינַי אֶת דְּמוּתֵךְ

צִיּוֹן…

מָה אוּכַל לַעֲשׂוֹת בִּשְׁבִילֵךְ
שֶׁתִּפְתְּחִי בְּפָנַי שְׁעָרַיִךְ
שֶׁאוּכַל לְרַקֵּד עַל גּוּפֵךְ
לִצְלִילֵי הַלְּוִיִּים בְּכֵלַיִךְ
מָה אוּכַל לַעֲשׂוֹת בִּשְׁבִילֵךְ
שֶׁתַּחְזִירִי לִי אֶת אֵמוּנֵךְ
שֶׁיַּכִּירוּ וְיֵדְעוּ כָּל הָעוֹלָם
אֶת הָאוֹר הַמֻּפְלָא שֶׁלָּךְ שֶׁנֶּעֱלַם

הִתְרַגַּלְתִּי לִבְכּוֹת
הִתְרַגַּלְתִּי לְחַכּוֹת
הִתְרַגַּלְתִּי לַעֲשׂוֹת עַד החוֹמוֹת
הַהִגָּיוֹן הָפַךְ לְשִׁגָּעוֹן
וְהֶעָווֹן הָפַךְ לְחָזוֹן

Higher, higher

Up the scorpion filled ascent (Stung; broken)

By my own blood

And by the blood of the wanderers.

How could it be, that I got to you

And I am still not with you?

And all of my dreams about you,

When I arrived, were suddenly so faint.

I made it to the opening in your walls,

But I did not go in and redeem your heart.

Will you still believe me

When I sing to you that I will not forget?

Tzion

What can I do for you,

So that your gates will open in front of me;

So that I can dance upon your body

To the tunes of the Priests, on your holy instruments?

What can I do for you,

So that your faith in me will be restored;

So that the whole world will recognize and know your wondrous light, that has disappeared?

Higher, higher

Hallowing fragments of details.

Building mansions and institutions.

Filling holes in the wall.

For as often as I spoke about you,

My real intentions were not with you;

And memory of your days as a bride,

In the course of my day, is already forgotten.

You are violated in front of my eyes,

And I turn a deaf ear to your screams.

I got sucked into a convoluted approach

That blurred my eyes to your image.

Tzion

What can I do for you,

So that your gates will open in front of me;

So that I can dance upon your body

To the tunes of the Priests on your holy instruments?

What can I do for you,

So that your faith in me will be restored;

So that the whole world will recognize, and Know, your wondrous light, that has disappeared?

I got used to crying.

I got used to waiting.

I got used to going only as far as your walls.

Reason turned to madness.

Sin turned to vision.

What can I do for you,

So that your faith in me will be restored;

So that the whole world will recognize, and Know, your wondrous light that has disappeared?