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Vi azoy un mit vos vestu filn
Dayn bekher in tog fun bafrayung?
Bistu greyt in dayn freyd tsu darfiln
Dayn fargangenhayts fintstere shrayung
Vu es glivern sharbns fun teg
In a tom on a grunt, on a dek?
Vu es glivern sharbns fun teg
In a tom on a grunt, on a dek?
Du vest zukhn a shlisl tsu pasn
Far dayne farhakte shleser.
Vi broyt vestu baysn di gasn
Un trakhtn: der frier iz beser
Un di tsayt vet dikh ekbern shtil
Vi in foyst a gefangene gril
Un di tsayt vet dikh ekbern shtil
Vi in foyst a gefangene gril
Well, how, & with what will you fill
Your cup after your liberation?
In your joy, are you ready to feel
All of yesterday's dark lamentation?
Where the days have congealed into skulls
In a bottomless, endless abyss?
Where the days have congealed into skulls
In a bottomless, endless abyss?
You'll search for the key to your door
Whose locks are all shattered & dead
And you'll think: it was better before
As you chew on the sidewalk like bread
& the time gnaws you silent & numb
Like a cricket held inside your fist
& the time gnaws you silent & numb
Like a cricket held inside your fist
Un s'vet zayn dayn zikorn geglikhn
Tsu an alter farshotener shtot.
Un dayn droysiker blik vet dort krikhn
Vi a krot, vi a krot - - - - - -
& your memories will all be compared
To a buried, forgotten old town
& your outsider eyes they will stare
Like a mole going down, going down. . .
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