The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: cities

  • Warsaw

    The yoke is upon you, city, / forged to your stony shoulders, / for you’re hitched to hundreds of cities / and a violent con, a flogger, holds the reins.

  • Blue Skies

    How light are my steps. / Tender winds waft on white wings, / flutter in the blue air, / binding, connecting the skies / to the sunny pavement.

  • 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.