בוכה אל הקירות [Boche Ei HaKirot] [English translation]
בוכה אל הקירות [Boche Ei HaKirot] [English translation]
Skies of sadness above me, and the night
drips slowly like the wax of the candle
the cold moon scythe - up above
tells me go on and not to break
A night train full of longing
and i am on the platform waiting as if for a miracle
i have a coat of loneliness - torn
tells me to move and to search for more
And again longing
hurt, contaminated
with poisonous memories
of my body without yours
death again, sunk
sunk
sunk
here alone between the walls
and I cry, and I cry
and cry to the walls
and I cry, and I cry
and shout at the walls
The sun is shining in a city that is foreign to me
i don't know where the streets lead
only that i go to you - it will call to me
see how it will call to me, will tell me to come
To get lost again in your eyes
to embrace you again, to feel your embrace once again
you didn't leave traces for me to follow
you left your face burned into my memory1
1. lit: eyes
- Artist:David Broza