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When the apricot blossoms
A bush in front of my window
The apricot blossomed white…
Buds adorning the branches,
In the morning he said the horse of life
And a dry early morning on Shabbat
Tot of the flower was taken away.
Every spring it happens again,
Every spring goes like this,
No matter how hard I try, it doesn't work
Yellar fools me.
Okay, I'll say it and I won't do it,
I wrap my mind in a flower;
Every time it comes out in the spring,
I ask if I am lucky.
stroking my face and peeing
You are lucky, the wind blows.
A demand as if done,
Birds are chirping that you are lucky...
Everything opposes me
Every bud says to me,
Full of gardens as I walk
A voice that praises only happiness:
"Here is a flower of the world for you,
Take it as tight as you can,
In this tole abounds in all things,
Stay in this country until you die.
Crying without seeing any flowers in his life
You have the rights of the past,
Weep every spring
The right of those who left is also yours..."
A bush in front of my window
The apricot blossomed white…