efim cherny oifn weg steht a boim

You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you dies each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason. Ernest Hemingway By the wayside stands a bent tree; All the birds have flown away, And the tree stands deserted. Turn toward the west, turn toward the east, And the restturn toward the south, And the tree is abandoned to the storm. I say to momma Listen, If you don t stand in my way, Then, onetwo, I ll quickly become a bird. I ll sit in the tree And lull it during the winter and comfort it With a lovely And momma says, No, child, And weeps bitter tears. Gd forbid, you might freeze in the So I say, Momma, it s a waste of your lovely eyes, br, br,