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My Love With The White Neck
Above the fields the moon is looking down upon us.
We will go there, my love, we'll go.
Tomorrow I will present you a gift of all of the stars,
My love with the white neck.
In the vineyard there are already ripe bunches.
We will go there my love.
We'll go tomorrow.
Quietly we will sneak in like two foxes,
My love with the white neck.
Far above the sea there are seagulls flying.
Around we will go there, my love.
We'll go tomorrow.
The sea will caress your legs in the waves.
My love with the white neck.
The night is again dark upon the city.
We’ll go to him my love we’ll go.
Tomorrow the darkness will mask your face in black,
My love with the white neck.
In the orchards there is already the scent of blooming.
We will go there, my love.
We’ll go tomorrow in the whiteness of the quiet.
I will happily call you.
My love with the white neck.
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You, My Freedom
(Sung in Hebrew)
I have long kept you like a rare pearl, my freedom.
It's you who helped me shed my anchors to go anywhere.
To go to the end of the paths of fortune,
To dreamily pick a rose in the wind.
A moonbeam…
My freedom, to your desires my soul was submissive.
My freedom, I gave you everything:
The shirt on my back,
And how I suffered to satisfy your every demand.
I changed countries,
I Lost my friends to win your trust.
My freedom, you were able to disarm all my habits.
My freedom, you who made me love even solitude.
You who made me smile when I saw the end of a beautiful adventure.
You who protected me when I went to hide,
To care for my wounds.
My freedom, yet I left you on a December night.
I deserted the far-off paths that we wandered together,
When unsuspectingly, my hands and feet bound.
I let myself go and betrayed you for a prison of love and its beautiful jail keeper.
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I Stand Beneath A Carob Tree
(Sung in Yiddish)
I stand beneath a carob tree, a carob tree,
I got there, but not easily, not easily.
I sit beneath a fig tree, a fig tree,
And all around is green and free, is green and free.
I lie beneath an almond tree, an almond tree,
It appeared in a dream to me, a dream to me.
A carob tree, a fig tree,
An almond tree - I stop my tears, not easily, not easily.
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The Exclusive Garden
(Sung in Hebrew)
And one day when the secret opening will be revealed,
We'll surely rejoice and then run away to the exclusive garden.
And there we shall live, as they say, songs of a festival eve.
And history will smile and doze off on the side.
From your loving smile, the curiosity will bloom.
And again I'll find understanding and also simplicity.
Because in your hand you hide the key to my heart,
And I'll have no lover other than you in the exclusive garden.
During dusk we'll hike in the exclusive garden.
Bad, depressed animals will eat from the palm of my hand,
And in your hand you hide the key to my heart.
And I'll have no lover other than you in the exclusive garden.
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Evening Song/Lonesomeness
(Sung in Yiddish)
Peaceful evening dark gold.
I’ve got a glass of wine.
What is it that my day’s become?
A shadow and a shine.
Let but one minute’s dark gold,
Into this song of mine.
Peaceful evening, dark gold.
An old Jew with gray hair.
Piously prays away the dust,
Of the early fair.
Let but one murmur of that Jew into the Song of mine….
Lonesome, lonesome-lone,
Rooms are vacant-groan.
Wall-like, wall-like wall,
Hand on shadow-crawl.
Shady, shady, shady,
You’ve gone, you’re gone away.
Night-like night like night,
Night doesn’t bring me light.
Lower, lower, low,
I play calmness?
No whereabouts unknown-own,
Lonesome, lonesome, lone.
Let but one minute’s dark gold into this song of mine.
Let but one murmur of that Jew into the song of mine…
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Milim (Words)
03:00
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Words
(Sung in Hebrew)
Take whatever you want to take:
Just a few small coals in the fireplace,
And a few small leaves will stay with me,
And a few good words that I will not forget,
As well as the waves on the soft sand
Will remain in my memory.
Go wherever you want to go!
And someone would whisper to the fading horizon.
A word we didn’t know how to pronounce with a smile.
A word we didn’t know how to say to the one who stays,
And the one who leaves.
Had we known back then what we know now.
About high tide and low tide, spring and fall.
How the sea hits the sand back and forth.
Return!
If only you could return!
And it does not matter if it’s a bright summer day or a rainy one.
The pine trees will be whispering.
It’s a bit late now a bit dark.
But return! If only you could return!
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On The Hearth
(Sung in Yiddish)
On the stove, a small fire is burning,
And in the room, it's warm.
And the rabbi is teaching small children the alphabet.
See, children, remember, dear ones, what you learn here.
Repeat and repeat one more time:
The alphabet.
Study children, with great desire.
Don’t let your learning lag.
Whoever learns the lesson very quickly,
Will receive a flag.
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One Human Tissue
(Sung in Hebrew)
When I shall die, something of mine,
Something of mine will die in you,
Will die in you.
When you’ll die, something of yours,
Something of yours in me will die in you,
Will die with you.
Because all of us, yes all of us,
Are all one living human tissue.
And if one of us goes from us,
Something dies in us,
And something stays with him.
If we knew how to comfort,
How to comfort the hostility.
If only we knew.
If we knew, how to quiet our rage,
Upon the fury of our humiliation,
To say sorry.
If we knew how to start from the beginning.
Because all of us…
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Shir Eres (Lullaby)
03:36
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Lullaby
(Sung in Hebrew)
The city, all of a sudden, became quiet.
The marketplaces of Persia are silenced.
One only hears a clarinet from a distance.
And the voice of the violin and the double bass.
They whisper, “Don’t get too excited!”
And silence!
“Hush!”
They whisper.
“Don’t get too excited!”
And silence, silence!
It’s true we were running after nonsense.
But here we now finally let go.
Whether one carries a royal crown or just a bucket,
There’s no difference.
We all fall asleep at the end.
And hay-li-lu, hay-lu-li,
Hay-li-la to all of us.
Sleep, oh apple, sleep, oh tree.
Sleep, oh dear king.
There comes the end.
Sleep, oh rivers and banks.
Sleep, oh trumpets and drum.
"And yet perhaps just one more bite…?"
“No, no, we had enough, that’s it”.
All angers, troubles and madness,
And all desires and frustrations,
All are gone now like a passing guest.
“Let them pass! I am asleep!”
No need for questions to be asked.
And no use either.
There are many songs and sounds, too.
But only the lullaby that we know,
That shy one, yes,
Only this lullaby remains with us,
Stays and sings:
“Please leave me alone, leave us all alone!”
Sleep, oh road, there comes the end.
Sleep, oh king, there comes the jester.
Sleep, oh wind and sail.
Sleep, oh antiquities of Persia.
“Let them turn off the lantern!”
“Yes, silence, shush”
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Jerusalem of Gold
(Sung In Hebrew)
The mountain air is clear as wine,
And the scent of pines is carried on the breeze of twilight.
With the sound of bells,
And in the slumber of tree and stone,
Captured in her dream,
The city that sits solitary,
And in its midst is a wall.
Jerusalem of gold and of bronze, and of light:
Behold, I am a violin for all your songs.
How the cisterns have dried.
The marketplace is empty.
And no one frequents,
The Temple Mount in the Old City.
And in the caves in the mountain.
Winds are howling.
And no one descends to the Dead Sea.
By way of Jericho.
Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze and of light:
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
But as I come to sing to you today.
And to adorn crowns to you.
I am the smallest of the youngest of your children and of the last poet.
For your name scorches the lips,
Like the kiss of a seraph.
If I forget thee, Jerusalem, which is all gold...
Jerusalem of gold, and of bronze and of light.
Behold I am a violin for all your songs.
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