The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: cemetaries

  • Autumn

    Above the Jewish street, a grey cloud hovers, / spread like a dead horse across the sky.

  • Resting in my City

    Cover up the headlight – as you would a mirror. / Strangle its far-reaching sunny flash. / This is my city, it smiles amicably / and doesn’t notice it’s a stone cemetery.