| nokhn khirurgishn tish |
After the operation table |
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dos meserl veys, az mir zenen nisht korn un makht vinter a vayle in mitn dem vaksn un heyst undz zayn eynzam; undzer atem tsesheydt zikh: tsvishn lebn un lebn shpatsirt khloroform. |
The scalpel knows: we are not rye during a winter pause halting our growth and orders us to be lonely; our breath is parting between life and life strolls chloroform. |
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mit vaykhe, geheyme un shotnde trit, vi tsvishn tsvey dekher a kats, vos farkukt zikh oyf veltisher hoykh. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
With soft, secret and shaded steps, like in between two roofs a cat, overlooking worldly height. _ _ _ _ _ _ |
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mir shlofn, mir shlofn, vi heyzer in shpet nakht nisht visndik, vos iber undz kumt for. |
We sleep, are asleep, like houses late at night not knowing, what is happening above us. |
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vu zenen mir? tsenaydt men undz take vi glombike peyres, vos vign bizn letstn tsi mitn otem in di glider dem duft, dem duft fun di gertn vu s'troyert nokh zey itst a boym? ... |
Where are we? Are they just cutting us up like full fruits, that swing until they inhale for the last time into their limbs the fragrance the fragrance of the garden where grieves about them now a tree?... |
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oder zenen mir mer? epes vart nokh oyf undz? un mir zenen bloyz di farzindikte zin fun a tsornikn kenig: kedey mir zoln trogn getrayer di kroyn? |
Or is there more to us? Something still awaiting us? And we are only the sinful sons of a king in anger: That we may carry more faithfull the crown? |
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mir dervakhn in veysn: azoy fri hot nokh keyner dem toyt nisht gezen ... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
We wake up knowing: So early no one ever saw death ... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ |
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far vos zenen nisht undzere layber
di nekht, di troyerike nekht fun der velt, un beys men tseshpalt undz, zol a zing ton der hon: got hot dem khoyshekh tserisn, es helt! |
Why are our bodies not the nights, the sad nights of the world, and while they're cleaving us up, let the rooster sing a song: God has ripped up the dark, its getting bright! |