The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: sorrow

  • 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

  • A Cloud

    A cloud hung his tears on my window / and clothed me in his fears. / If I were a small crying gray cloud, / then someone would see my tears.

  • In the Middle of the Way

    From my hair rain is running / my cheeks are wet / come to muddy thresholds as a guest / am silent, about where and to whom