The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: cemetaries

  • A Letter from the Shtetl

    Softly the clock sounds its mournful tick-tock, / in the so still home with its ashen walls … / The sadness is painful, the silence is laden, / the hours drag slowly from one to the next…

  • 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.