18.05.2024
Menashe Oppenheim - Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
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To where shall I go
The jew gets rushed and stressedEvery day isn't certain for him
His life is a pitch black night
No goals, everything is closed off for him
Abandoned, with many enemies, no friends
With no hope, no certainty
To where shall I go
Who can answer me
To where shall I go
If every door is locked
The world is big enough
But for me it feels quite small
But in a flash we are back
Every brick in disarray
To where shall I go
This life is so nice and sweet. Every little circle, every little stone that lays in the street. This life would truly not be unpleasant were it not for man and his bitterness. So they say to me, no actually, to where shall I go if everywhere they charge my steps. Am I made of stone? Am I not made of blood? Is all of this because I carry the title 'Jew?' I'm not ashamed... but,
To where shall I go
Who can answer me
To where shall I go
If every door is locked
The world is big enough
But for me it feels quite small
But in a flash we are back
Every brick in disarray
To where shall I go
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