The Song Remains – דאָס ליד איז געבליבן

Tag: winter

  • To My Mother

    Mama, I no longer love winter / or white snow as I once did, / when the days seem to rise / from the fields

  • Landscapes

    On the downy snow-bed / nights lie and serenely sleep, / in stalls, cows doze …

  • 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.

  • Alone

    You never brought me white roses / yet the ground is white-bestrewn with them. / The entire earth is redolent of spring blossoms, / early spring blossoming on snow.

  • Winter Morning

    So good on a wintry blue dawn / to sweetly stretch out / one’s tired limbs / and feel the tender embrace / of the bed.

  • Don’t Cry Child

    Don’t cry child / autumn will not live long in our land / he is like a poor man who is blind / the wind leads him by his hand