The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: pain

  • Spring 1942

    And lo and behold Spring has indeed arrived – / Hey, sky – be joyful. Be joyful – / you’re fresh, newborn, and lie in a blue golden cradle / rocked by the gentle wind.

  • On a Wooden Bench

    Here on the wooden bench / is where we’ll wait for the sun to set. / As we waited a thousand years past. / It will certainly arrive. / It has never fooled us yet.

  • My Simple Sisters

    My simple sisters, / my shepherdesses and seamstresses / with their blond braids / call to me from the sidewalks of Łodz / to make benches and straw roofs.

  • 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 Poor Singer

    Oh, poor foolish singer / you are not yet good at your work / Does your song echo there? / you crawl only to wealthy yards