The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: joy

  • With the Night

    With the night my silky dreams dissolved. / With the night my quiet singing stopped. / With the day, my poem arrived swimming / on the storm with a fierce echoing sound.

  • Not Just Once

    Not just once / will you stand at my window / on wild stormy nights / bathing your pale blood / in the anguish of past joy.

  • The Joy of Singing

    It is not now important what anyone says / the grass is beautiful and sweet is the joy / of singing.

  • Don’t Cry Child

    Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand

  • Every Day at Early Morning

    Every day at early morning – / When I open the door to my day / I believe: / From today on I start to live

  • Łódź

    My friend the dreaming poet / is full of sunset wine, / On his flute he sadly plays / the song of loss of better days and time