The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: clocks

  • To the Porter

    My gaze races after the clock’s hands, / my ear quivers on time’s pulse, / and though this clamorous Warsaw / has swept me far away, / so very far …

  • Eternal Flame

    Between hills and above valleys stars / glittered late into the night, and I arrived at a cottage that, / like a shriveled mushroom, / stood in the middle of the marketplace

  • My Boss’s Clock

    My Boss owns a clock / like all bosses do / but this clock was made funny / by the firm “Time is Money”