Dov Chomsky

FRIENDS

A

Friends, each one of you had a nickname

And nobody knows when from

And, certainly: neither I could avoid

Names and nicknames: "dreamer" and "arrogant"

Friends, I still remember you all, do you believe me?

Still sound in my hearings the melodies

I extend my tearful and silent hand

To get up for an instant the curtain of years

Beside the river, between the forge and an old mill

Did we play to the war, do you remember, friends?

Oh! how painful, wars extended until here

But it was not a game, neither a laugh, neither a fortuitous amusement

We enjoyed a lot ...now in our surroundings there are destruction and death

Maybe, the river continuous flowing?

To lift the curtain of the years for an instant and to see

As from the gallery of the theater...

B

Where are you friends? Again your remembrance enter

As the golden sun fills the dawn

Maybe one of you has calm the way of life?

Tense and without fright?

There is maybe one who is complete

Without aging before time

If you were with me, then together

We would be surprised on the ashes of dreams

If you were with me! Happy but not drunk of wine

Again to sweeten this and that

The thread of magic that was not yet cut off,

And with that thread, to intertwine legends.

The thread of magic, a thousand miracles and marvels

Until the eternity would united us with force

Without pity they murdered our mischief

How much I love you, my friends, from then on..