20.05.2024
Chava Alberstein - מירדף (Mirdaf) Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Pursuit
A good land with honey in its veins
But blood flows in her streams like water.
A land of copper mountains
Whose nerves are made out of iron.
A land which pursuits are her tales,
Two thousand pages and another page,
Until it burns out
The oxygen in her lungs
Because of the pursuit racing
A land that is persecuted by enemies
And she chases back her enemies in pursuit.
She will get her enemies,
But they will not trapped her with snare.
She is the one who sees her life in front
Hanging like a dry leaf.
She is watching,
As not worried at all
Waiting for the pursuit to end.
The end of the pursuit is hidden in a ravine
Covering his face in hiding, hiding,
But at the end it emerges like the sun
Which from the east emerges.
Then no mothers will mourn
And none of the fathers will mourn on their sons,
Yes it will emerge
And our feet shall not be tired
Of chasing after the heels of the hopes.
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