The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: peasants

  • 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 …

  • The Golden Tale

    The golden tale, my child, has vanished, / I heard it told by the fleeting wind. / The golden tale has flown far off, / it hovers with the golden sun above.