Daniel Kahn - Hallelujah (Yiddish Version) dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

Hallelujah

There was a secret tune
That David played for God
But for you it would never be such salvation
One sings it like this: a Fa, a Sol
A misheberach* raises a voice
The confused king weaves a hallelujah
 
Your faith has grown weak
Bathsheba bathes herself on the roof
Her charm and the moon are your remedy
She takes your body, takes your head,
She cuts a braid from your hair
And pulls down from your mouth a hallelujah
 
Oh, dear, I know your style
I've slept on your floor,
I'd never lived with such a treasure of a woman.
I see your castle, see your flag,
A heart is no king's throne,
It's a cold and a ruined hallelujah.
 
Oh, tell me again, like before,
What's happening down there in your lap
Why must you be ashamed, like a virgin?
Just remember how I dwelled in you,
How the holy feminine spirit glows in our blood,
And every breath utters a hallelujah
 
Could be my God isn't there at all,
And love could be a moral monstrosity
An empty dream, broken and bankrupt.
It's not a cry in the middle of the night,
It's not a reborn zealot awakened,
But a sad, lonesome-voiced hallelujah
 
You call me an apostate
I blaspheme with the Holy Name.
No matter, I'm not expecting the messianic age.
But it burns hot in every letter,
From alef-beys* all the way to the end
The holy and ruined hallelujah
 
And that's all, it's not a lot.
In the meantime, I'll do what I do.
I come here like a mensch*, not a scoundrel.
Though all is lost anyway,
I will praise Adonai*,
And cry like 'L'chaim': Hallelujah.
 
-Βασιλική Οικονομοπούλου


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