Μνήμη Ολοκαυτώματος
· 27.01.07, 08:04ΜΜ Νίκος Γενημάκης
Soon to the canopy you will be led
your mother arrives from the world of the dead
and she comes to your wedding in silver and gold
she offers her hand for the angels to hold.
Oh, Khanele’s daughter is a glorious bride.
Does Khanele glitter with gold or with pride?
And Khane, your mother, says bursting with joy:
“My Leah is marrying a wonderful boy.”
But suddenly, Khanele, why do you sigh
and why does your heart break and why do you cry?
“Strangers are leading the bridal parade
while I stand unseen, alone and afraid.”
“The living are dancing with those that they see
and only the dead will be dancing with me.”
And the daughter of Khane is married that day
to the bridegroom who’s waiting to dance her away.
And as the klezmorim they sing and they play
and all through the dancing the spirits they stray
the prophet Elijah he dances and sings
and silver and gold are the blessings he brings.
And shekels slop over the prophet’s gold cap
and the dead and the living both gobble them up.
Soon to the canopy you will be lead
your mother arrives from the world of the dead.
— “Fradde’s Song”, από τους Klezmatics
Δείτε επίσης
- «Η (κάθε) πόλη είναι θεμελιωμένη πάνω σε ένα έγκλημα»
- Ταφόπλακες, παντού
- Τα αρχεία του Ολοκαυτώματος στο φως
- Η περηφάνια των άλλων, η δική μας ντροπή;
- Holocaust Memorial Day
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