The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: blood

  • Not Just Once

    Not just once / will you stand at my window / on wild stormy nights / bathing your pale blood / in the anguish of past joy.

  • Blood

    Not prophets, apostles / not extinguished suns / not unfortunate mountains and valleys / have come to warn, to tell –

  • Every Day

    Every day, every plain day / my blood shivers in my body / every day, every ordinary day / my blood responds to a call

  • Night Songs

    The night – a hungry dark dog – / as licked the red blood of the west / and quietly laid down on the earth / three crows stand on my roof and curse; / one pecks at my heart, / the heart has bloodied my way now dogs lick at my ways

  • What Does This Old Gray Jew Want From Me?

    What does this old gray Jew want from me / who comes to me to visit every night / and weighs me down with sadness and dark fears / with eyes black holes with tears