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Where do those childen go

Where do those children go
of the storm and the northwind
that died for freedom
where are they going?
The clouds took them
the seas and shores
the lightnings and fires
where are they going?
Where do the ospreys go
that fought while smiling
you killer, fascist and robber,
where are they going?
They became song and myrtles
incense in the churches
and snow on the mounthills
where are they going?
 
Mother take off your black neckerchief
and the children will return
And if time burned the candle
in our hearts freedom burns
 
Where do those children go
of the storm and the northwind
that died for freedom
where are they going?
They are the longing in the eyes
hope in the poor words
smiles on Virgin Maries
where are they going?
Where do the sons go,
that seeded rightness in the earth
and they couldn't make it come out
where are they going?
It's our wide sea
that will not take while you live
killer, fascist and robber
where are they going?
 


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2020.10.31.

Rivkele the Sabbath Widow (Without Shabbath)

Rivkele without Sabbath is working in the factory,
Twisting threads together, fashioning a length of rope.
Alas the somber ghetto lasts too long
And, with a heavy heart, I feel so sorry for her lot.
 
Her devoted Herszele is gone, is no longer,
Since that Saturday, since that hour.
Rivkele is in mourning, crying day and night,
And now she sits at her spinning wheel, bemused in deep thought.
 
Where is my loved one? Is he alive somewhere?
Perhaps in a concentration camp, he works hard without rest.
How bleak it must be for him there
2020.10.31.

Fathers, Mothers, Children (Barricades)

Fathers, mothers, children, raising barricades,
Workers' battalions taking to the streets.
Father left home early, to the factory gone,
Won't be coming home to us any time too soon.
The kids know well the reason why father won't return,
He's taken to the streets today and brought along his gun.
Mother too is in the street, off to sell some apples,
Leaving orphaned in the kitchen all the pots and dishes.
Don't expect to eat, says Khanele to the boys,
Because Mother has gone to help Father...
 
2020.10.31.

Simply friends

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Always, as usual, each day is the same.
There's nothing to say: in front of people, it's like this.
We're simply friends, and nothing else.
 
But who really knows what happens between us two,
if we fake a goodbye when night arrives?
 
I would give everything to shout about our love,
to tell them that when the door closes, we can't hold back,
that we wake up holding each other, with the desire to keep loving each other.
But they really don't accept our love.
 
Always, with gazes we always give all of our love,
we talk without talking, everything is silence when we walk by.
We're simply friends, and nothing else.
 
But who really knows what happens between us two,
if we fake a goodbye when night arrives?
 
I would give everything to shout about our love,
to tell them that when the door closes, we can't hold back,
that we wake up holding each other, with the desire to keep loving each other.
But they really don't accept our love.
 
I would give everything to shout about our love,
to tell them that when the door closes, we can't hold back,
that we wake up holding each other, with the desire to keep loving each other.
But they really don't accept our love.
 
No, no, they don't accept our love.
No, no, they don't accept our love.
 
2020.10.31.

No answer

Come on, sing a sad song with me.
There is zero sense in it, but where can you find any sense?
It’s so gloomy in my apartment.
Just a creaking of the floor boards, but I’ve got used to it.
 
A candle stub in the bottleneck.
Lights and cigaret butts, a crackling of the LP,
I remember, you gave it to me.
You for sure forgot about it.
 
One of the nights you asked
Why instead of tomorrow today is yesterday.
There is no answer, I will say frankly:
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
 
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
Yesterday were we, but today - just I am.
 
Today - just I am
Today - just I am
Today - just I am
Today - just I am