The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: knives

  • To a little boy in a Jewish village

    Don’t cry little boy, wipe off your tears, it will soon be good / We will heal the wounds that drip with blood.

  • I’m Not Moving From Here

    Who else like me – for generations kindred with the field, with grass and stalk, / joined to my border, with air and earth – / can say: let the axe be like a sword – a ritual slaughterer’s knife sharp in the enemy’s cold hand. I’m not going to be moved!