A keresés eredménye

Hurry Please

The child is thirty, he has a high fever
he lies on the sofa in his parent's house
yes, he is thirty, he has a high fever
he returns to the the bedroom of his youth.
 
Mom comes and says: 'Do you want something hot to drink?'
he gets upset and says: 'No, not now'
looks at his case of old books
stories that accompanied his life.
 
Hurry please and put a bandage on my heart
before laying me down to sleep
and explain to me about the child i was
how happy i was when the first rain came1
 
The child is thirty, he has a high fever
he is unemployed from work and love
yes, he is thirty, but still doesn't know
what he will do when he finishes the army2
 
Mom comes and says: 'Come for a bit to the living room'
he gets upset and says: 'No, not now'
looks at his shelf of old records
the songs that accompanied his life.
 
Hurry please and put a bandage on my heart
before laying me down to sleep
and explain to me about the child i was
how happy i was when the first rain came
 
You3are now in front of a star, sparkling in the distance
you returned to my house, yes now you are with me
i call in your name to my house
 
The child is thirty, he has a high fever
he lies on the sofa in his parent's house
yes, he is thirty, he has a high fever
he returns to the the bedroom of his youth.
 
When mom comes and says: 'You have a letter'
the spark returns suddenly to his eyes
he smells in the air that the rain approches
and brings the love of his life
 
Hurry please and put a bandage on my heart
before laying me down to sleep
and explain to me about the child i was
how happy i was when the first rain came
 

• 1. Israel has long dry summers and the first rains of fall are cherished in song / poetry
• 2. when he grows up, Israeli men typically serve from the ages of 18-21
• 3. female form

Canaanite Blues

Since you’ve left, much here has changed
This is the time of madness
Of endless tumult
And with every new moment
Calamity is not upon us
And its all broadcast live, its all exploding
And in a different plane, over the same Gemara page
You and I sit up all night
Worlds of calm
Pardes Hannah-Karkur
A eucalyptus in the wind
Whistles Canaanite Blues
 
Since you left, the darkness here is growing
Your light still shines, still glows
It’s a few local shows,
You know
The same song of pain, over and over
And in a different plane
Around the Shabbat Table
Everybody sits together
You and I as well
Worlds of calm
Pardes Hannah-Karkur
A lonely eucalyptus
Whistles Canaanite Blues
 
Since you left, much here has changed
It’s an electronic world, it’s a little hard to talk
And words like yours
Nobody says anymore
Your candle still casts light, still burns
And in a different plane, after a show
We’ll pass around a pungent wreath of thorns
Worlds of calm
Pardes Hannah-Karkur
A giant eucalyptus
Whistles Canaanite Blues
 
Since you left, much here has changed
Your candle still casts light, still burns.
 

David (King) and Saul (King)

Versions: #2
Late at night
Everyone is long asleep
Only Saul is up, gloomy
He calls David on the telephone
 
Come over David
My soul is a black sea
Bring your guitar
Because in your fingers there is light
 
David comes immediately, calm,
He sits focused
Knowing well what to do
Look away and play
 
With his ten fingers
Each fingertip a ray of light
When he plucks the strings
Time flows backwards
 
Saul is torn inside
With conflicts in his guts
love-hate, jealousy,
Indebted to his friend
 
Something dark falls
The demon has returned to misbehave
A knife is thrown in the air
Suddenly there is a wall beween them
 
David withdraws from Saul
But Saul persists
David is forgetful, and forgiving
While Saul insists
 
Play again for me David
Take me to the stars
Come play again tonight
A song of longing
 
Play again tonight
 
Play again tonight
A song of longing
 

A Yiddishe Rastaman

I've tried meditation
It didn't go well
I've tried Hare Krishna - And I ran away
Even scientology couldn't help me
Astrology
I got mixed up from all this psychology
And everyone tells me: This is the path you were looking for
How come it didn't stick?
Black versus white until he gets here
A Yiddishe Rastaman
 
He's got faith and he's got power
He knows how to dance and how to be happy
The tune that he will bring will make the time stop
Revive the dead and bring down Haman
A Yiddishe Rastaman
 
Then they will arrive from afar, from Ethiopia
From New York, from Afghanistan...
Following that very song onto the Promised Land
The black would come along with the white
He's on the way, he's on his way here
A Yiddishe Rastaman
 

Esther

Again I take time
Between Peki'in and Beit Jann.
Hints of redemption
And an army in action.
There, I knew love
She was so good.
Her eyes like a pair of doves
She does not read the newspapers.
Nothing matters to her,
She goes out at night to the square.
She lights the lantern,
And waits for her one and only.
 
Who is it that comes in the form of a cloud, pillar of smoke?
All the night at the fire
I will ask for our souls
One day everything will blossom, the heart of the world will open.
 
How her face changes
As an act of magic.
The neighbors whisper:
She has dealings with demons.
When the moon becomes full
The light rises on her face.
In the morning, she goes out
To the wadi to collect
Wild herbs and figs
She will bring to the children.
Mystery on the table,
In the yard a little lamb.
 
Who is it that comes in the form of a cloud, pillar of smoke?
All the night at the fire
I will ask for our souls
One day everything will blossom, the heart of the world will open.
 
One day a man will come
He will light lights on the road
She dreamed the dream
And she knows: the day will come.
She sent me away
To the spring.
What will I say?
Let the wound heal.
The main thing: do not be afraid,
As you are a lonely star,
There between all the windows
A light is lit for the souls.
 
Who is it that comes in the form of a cloud, pillar of smoke?
All the night at the fire
I will ask for our souls
One day everything will blossom, the heart of the world will open.