Old Jerusalem Ruler Of My Heart
When the mother of things says: “Son, head for the water”
You turn to sea and become a sailor
For the love of sailing
“Come back, come back”, says the girl in the harbor
Her lamp lit up, calling out for unknown danger
“Come back to the shore”
“It’s not me who’s sailing”, says I to my earthly love
“Comfort your heart, bear faith in the sea,
There’s treasures hidden in here”
This is the living, it’s the rule of my heart
40 days sailing, forgetting the sea
Calling for mama, hearing you call for me
With pagan prayers rolling out of the drums
And the beach fires replacing the sun
In the duty of being light of the world
And lighting the eyes of my girl
