The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: singing

  • Springtime

    The water in the well has become much clearer, / the aged linden tree appears to be younger. / I am restless, as solace keeps eluding me, / not certain if I should be crying or singing.

  • A Little Orphan Sings

    Night senses this in sleep: / the streets cease to lament / their desolation; / a lad sings.

  • 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.

  • Visiting my Mama

    – For so long have my eyes been seeking, / awaiting some letter of yours, my son – / in the nights my heart was wakeful / and quaking like a leaf in the wind.

  • The Birch Tree

    The birch tree in the corner of my yard / trembles with every leaf ashamed / every branch longs for sun and dew / in the shade of big locked doors

  • My Dream

    I had a sweet dream / still feel it so well, peace unfurled / peace has arrived peace is here / peace in the whole wide world

  • The Joy of Singing

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