First Smile - Nathan Alterman
Do not call me with many words Do not call me with a desperate vow I am gathered to you again From all my weary paths I climb to your threshold now Do not call me with many words Everything shrivels and rots But you and the night still liveMomentous are the moments of the end
Snuff the candles out
The light cries out for rest
Enfold me in your silence
Distances are adrift
And I am breathing air
At a raving altitude
You! Never have I lived in you!
You are my sea, salty savor of my land!
Yes sometimes your memory
Will seize me suddenly
With a tiger's hungry leap
With winds and flying doors
With a tempestuous joy
With broken-winged happiness
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