Lenka Lichtenberg

Lyrics

Teg mayne Poem Simcha Simchovitch ;
Translation, music Lenka Lichtenberg

Zuniker tog mayn likhtiker,
Ven vestu shoyn oyfkumen ?
Greyt is mayn vakhik hartz
Tzayytik mayn tfile dmome.

Trern zudik gezaltzene
Faykhtn nisht mer in the applen
Lebn mayn, kind fun gevitern
In goyrls netzn tust tzaplen.

Teg mayne, mide un tzarike
Bleter in vintikn osien
Ir zayt vi nakhtike stern
Vos faln in oprgrunt farloshn

Ir zayt vi blumen tzetrotene
Nokh eyder zey nemen derblien
Eyner aleyn a farshotnter
Far aykh tu ikh knien.

My days

My sunny, bright day, when will you yet arrive ?
Ready is my waiting heart, ripe is my silent prayer.

Tears, salty and boiling, no longer wet my eyes
My life, the child of a storm, trembling in the net of fate

My days, tired and sorrowful, leaves in the autumn wind
You are like the stars in the night, falling deep, extinguished

You are like flowers trampled before they began to bloom
One – alone in the shaddow, before you I kneel.