A keresés eredménye

Eretz Thuringia

Some lucky day, I’ll make aliyah
To Eretz Thuringia
Eretz Thuringia, Eretz Thuringia
Eretz Thuringia, where are you?
 
Some lucky day, I’ll make aliyah
To Eretz Thuringia
Ay ay ay - to Eretz Thuringia
Ay ay ay ay ay ay
 
There is a train that will take us away
To Weimar, to Erfurt, to Jena today
Eretz Thuringia, beautiful land
Who will lead us there by the hand?
Ay ay ba bay ba ba bay
Tra la la la la la
 
Some lucky day, I’ll make aliyah
To Eretz Thuringia
Eretz Thuringia, Eretz Thuringia
I’m longing for you!
I’m longing for you!
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay
 

Hallelujah

There was a secret tune
Thad David played for God.
But for you it would never be such salvation.
One sings it like so: a fa, a sol
A misheberach1 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,
I see your flag,
A heart is no king's throne,
It's a cold and 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 live 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 withe the Holy Name
No matter, I'm not expecting the messanic age.
But it burns hot in every letter,
From alef-bet2 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 as a mensch3,
not a scoundrel4.
Though all is lost anyway,
I will praise Adonai5
And cry like 'L'chaim'6 Hallelujah...
 

• 1. prayer or scale
• 2. The first two letters of the Hebrew and Yiddish alphabet. Also the name of the alphabet itself
• 3. An ordinary person
• 4. A rogue
• 5. One of the Hebrew names for God
• 6. A toast to life in Hebrew

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