בוכה אל הקירות [Boche Ei HaKirot] [English translation]

Skies of sadness above me, and the night

drips slowly like the wax of the candle

the cold moon scythe - up above

tells me go on and not to break

A night train full of longing

and i am on the platform waiting as if for a miracle

i have a coat of loneliness - torn

tells me to move and to search for more

And again longing

hurt, contaminated

with poisonous memories

of my body without yours

death again, sunk

sunk

sunk

here alone between the walls

and I cry, and I cry

and cry to the walls

and I cry, and I cry

and shout at the walls

The sun is shining in a city that is foreign to me

i don't know where the streets lead

only that i go to you - it will call to me

see how it will call to me, will tell me to come

To get lost again in your eyes

to embrace you again, to feel your embrace once again

you didn't leave traces for me to follow

you left your face burned into my memory1

1. lit: eyes

• Artist:David Broza