The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: autumn

  • I’m Not Moving From Here

    Who else like me – for generations kindred with the field, with grass and stalk, / joined to my border, with air and earth – / can say: let the axe be like a sword – a ritual slaughterer’s knife sharp in the enemy’s cold hand. I’m not going to be moved!

  • Don’t Cry Child

    Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand