She leaves a note on the fridge
What is she insinuating
What feeling arises?
Days like these when one loves,
are rare now.
She goes to Jerusalem to the monastery
No she's not Christian
She only needs some help.
Days like these, when it's cold in the body,
I need her so.
She leaves a little life journal, like a pupil's journal
one she wrote full of scribbles, and nervous
not filled with hope, not full of words, not disclosing details.
She stands in big lines, time isn't standing
Her parents, may they be healthy, She won't go to them.
Days like these, I learn, and wait for them to pass.
I read what they gossiped in the paper about me and her,
barking dogs, let them bark.
Days like these out of fright,
I'm really scared.
I call on this friend, a doctor, no it's not serious,
he injects me with medicine.
Days like these, I fall asleep, and in my sleep I cry.
Tell me if I sinned to you, her sorrow grows,
I tell her "no" and feel like I'm lying,
Not full of hope I bite my lips
I wait for a song* to come.
What kind of a woman I love?
an attrition war - it will not end.
She gets me, another path,
to the last chance.
What word of grudge will we say now
Why don't we sleep together so that all will be plastered/ covered up.
Days like these, more or less, I'm fighting for my life.
I'm driving in the meantime in a car,
I have no destination, no home, no fucks.
Days like these without passion, days of endings.
She leaves a note on the fridge, I love you,
even when it seems in vain.
Days like these I'm looking for you, don't run away now.
What feeling arises, suffering or mourning
Days like these, until one day, it will all end.
Who will be the first to say "sorry, it's hard"
it's hard to breathe air not coming from the sea.
Days like these I fight for my dignity,
She is fighting too.
An airport with a child, a few suitcases
She didn't tell me "go", I didn't say "I'll come back"
I write the song inside the plane and fly/flee to New-York