I found in my closet a harmonica and a piece of paper,
And I remembered some songs that I forgot about a long time ago
about a balcony that someone played
the flute on, for another fading loved one.
I found in my closet Siddur and Tefillin,
And I remembered some prayers that I forgot about a long time ago
about the scents of spicy snuffs
and Zemirot of compassion.
I found an old shirt and I remembered this pain
of a friend that I had, of faded innocence,
And of serenity that I've lost long ago, long ago.
I found the drawing of a girl and I was flooded by memories
of simple dreams about the flight of a bird,
And of a thornbush that left these scars of simplicity.
I found in my closet a beret and a dog tag,
And I remembered the smell of the gunpowder
that burned my innocence
and made me forget how to be a child.
Then I found an old shirt and I remembered this pain
of a friend that I had, of faded innocence,
And of serenity that I've lost long ago, long ago.
I found the drawing of a girl and I was flooded by memories
of simple dreams about the flight of a bird,
And of a thornbush that left these scars of simplicity.
I found in my closet an old pair of shoes,
And I remembered these paths that I've walked on, all beautiful and well-built,
Those shoes are like the paths that I've walked on.