A keresés eredménye

Where are you

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Master of the world
If I were to frankly admit it
At times I've no strength
To remain in Your world
Whence from Your presence would I hide?
What would I plead for, what excuse would I make, what words would I use?
 
Merciful and compassionate
Since to You all is revealed
Here's a Jew that hangs by a hair
Fights a depression, a despair
that gnaws like a worm

My soul

My soul is thirsty for you

You Wouldn't Know How Much

Even if you shall commit to your ideas all the way
Even if I shall open up my closed-heart, I shall surrender to you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
 
Even if you shall delve into my room
Even if you shall investigate my writings for nights
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
There was a dove in the covert of the cliff crying for you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
 
Even if I shall spread out my heart for you
Even if I shall compare you from sunrise to sunset
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
There was a hidden dove crying for you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
 
And when the walls of the came down over my head
I would run to the field
Light on my feet
Amongst the grass I would bend and sing songs of
a deer upon water
 
If anyone shall see my
Dancing in a field of thorns
Let It know that...
I have not given up
Oh, my Malkuth,
 
Even if I shall slay the neck of my violin
Even if, blood-soaked,
my song shall erupt
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
There was a dove in the covert of the cliff crying for you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
 
And when the walls of the Beth Midrash came down over my head
I would run to the field
Light on my feet
Amongst the grass I would bend and sing songs of
a deer upon water
 
If anyone shall see my Malkuth
Dancing among clouds
Let It know that...
I have not given up
I shall wait my entire life
 
Even if you shall commit to your ideas all the way
Even if I shall open up my closed-heart, I shall surrender to you
You wouldn't know how much
You wouldn't even know how
 

Saint

Speaking of belief, but youre cought by the nature
Feeling the sorrow of the shekhina*, from your sorrow cant move
How will you sell them happiness, when youre one of the saddest people in town
How much a opened heart is important, You say but you will never give away your heart
 
A tool that holds the blessing is the peace, And no peace with yourself
Dont make the bible an axe, a dagger and a sword of your bible
With light one as a severe one, getting tired, making effort
Your settled Mishna**, clear, leavened bread in the rooms.
 
How he is marching calmly, with pride
Getting drunk, getting dizzy from the mob's voices
They call him a saint, bless you saint
 
In the lap of the fool will rest anger, rage of adders is your rage
Fool is passing his life without deed, you are sinking in your lazyness
How will you remember where you came from if you dont know where you're going to
Im a small mosquito from above, you say, what ever
But inside your heart a demon from a forest rules
 
How he is marching between a light to crazyness
Lame comfortably on the mob's head
They call him a saint, bless you saint
 
Hey saint, have a rest, stop
Until when will you twist, until when when will you beat around the bush
After all you know that nothing will help
Through this pain you need to pass
 
No one is pushing me, Stop falling asleep***
My nights are not coming anymore to demand their insults
How can I run away from you, where will i got?
Saint in his death is still alive, Me, in my life im already dead
 
Hey saint, between kse and asor****
What will you tell yourself, what will you sell to yourself
After all you know that nothing will help
Through this pain you need to pass
 

Know, My Beloved Son

They will tell you that you were torn from My heart
And from My table you were banished forever
They will remind you of things that you've hidden
Until your entire body will tremble from shame
They will stand well over all your mistakes
Your foolishness, your fond of the bad side
They will nag you that you had it in your hands
And now you have no way back
 
And you will listen to them
And you will believe them
 
They will prove to you that My mercy does have its boundaries
Which you've crossed with the haste of your feet
No shout, no sigh, no trick
Shall bring back My face to you
They will tell you about a divine voice that whispers
Return, ye backsliding children
Everyone except for you
They will offer you
Once you've been captured in the net
Now flap around in it as you please
 
Don't listen to them
Don't believe them
 
Know, My beloved son
That you were not torn from My heart
You will forever be
A lovely charming boy to Me
 
The truth is not absent from their words
For you do need to make amends
Things you could've chosen differently
And couldn't find the courage to regret
Nevertheless, My love, keep away from your heart
Any frightful thought or dread
Under every pricking truth hides
The honest truth
 
Don't listen to them
Don't believe them
 
Know, My beloved son
That you were not torn from My heart
You will forever be
A lovely charming boy to Me
True that I love the justice
But above that
I love the mercy