The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: home

  • No Home

    From leaf to leaflet, from little straws and clay / I made myself a pallet, built myself a home. / Now wicked breezes blow – the frosts are on their way, / now it’s wretchedness and woe — / driven from our nest.

  • The Miser’s Place

    Between roads wildly overgrown, / contained by walls hunched from shame, / with hands tight-fisted as of stone / lives the miser of this place.

  • In Our Old Poor Home

    Like a sinking ship in a deep wavy sea / my little home sunk unsteady and alone / and like hungry dogs in an empty market / mice ran around crying steadily at night

  • The Train Takes Me Away

    The train takes me away / in the lonely unknown / my heart is so tense / unknown is the way…

  • My Synagogue

    My “shul” is my poor home / the yard, the streets of the city; / the streets surrounding were like stone tablets / like stone tablets marked with blood

  • I Had a Home

    Once I had a home, a warm safe place / a bit of furnishings like poor people have / securely fastened roots of a tree / I had tied to my poverty