הירושימה שלי [Hiroshima Sheli] [English translation]

All night long the crows shouted

hoarse alarms

And the wind whistled, restless and cold

Young Yeshiva students went down to Hilton Beach

for their Midnight Prayers

But in my Hiroshima streets

The disaster didn't happen

And funny-looking hookers across the garden

are yearning for the end

With a glance they keep off police cars

A bitter smell of seaweed

rotting away on the beach

But in my Hiroshima streets

The disaster didn't happen

Don't mourn, for the night is pleasurable

There's no sign in the air

for any city disaster approaching

And it's still quiet

And we don't have to think on what's to come

Yes, it's still quiet in my Hiroshima streets

And the day shall rise ugly

and screeching at the tires

And it shall reveal a city of peeling lime plaster

and no definition

In its skies, for so long now

the angels are dead

But in my Hiroshima streets

The disaster didn't happen

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