This Is Not a Good Time to Be Writing Poetry (זה לא זמן טוב לכתוב שירים, מאת יהוא ירון)

Lyrics: Yahu Yaron

Translation (to English): Uri Lifshitz

 

A.

This is not a good time to be writing poetry:

Men and pretty girls passing through the boulevard with the derriere flair of models low in spirit, I see them, I stare, sitting on a boulevard bench between two trees,

by a woman. I see the boulevard,

I don't see the beauty.

 

This is not a good time to be writing poetry:

The night is hot. The summer's hot.

And this is not fall, this is nothing at all.

This perspiration is bad for me.

This hasn’t happened for a while.

When the inner darkness grabs the light

with a beast’s claws,

that staring in a beaten face,

starving glare,

hair bristling on the back of the neck:

“listen buddy, we'll do it all

so you don’t  fall”.

I'll make you all suffer.

This is the real now

This is real time

So pull yourself together

And do it like a man

 

This is not a good time to be writing poetry (a short story):

This guy sits alone in the shrink's waiting room, leafing through an old women's magazine, dating thirty years back.

When he arrives to the nipple of the bygone hot, this pinkness makes him see:

it’s been so long since I cried and so long since I wanted to play, to taste a woman,

to feel the wind with a licked finger.

I’m turning back into a baby.

this is the real now

this is real time

so pull yourself together

eat it up and don't spit.

 

This is not a good time to be writing poetry:

Milk drops dropping from the moon on the sidewalk, a baby laughs, a woman cries, with no hint of embarrassment, walls of sadness (or joy) separate us.

And the glaring eyes of all sorts of malicious men

(I worked it, I know it, It really happened)

the glaring eyes of all sorts of malicious men

punch a hole in my back

and a thorn in my heart.

I yell at the boulevard.

Everyone sing back to me:

 

This is the real now

This is real time

So pull yourself together

As if nothing happened yet

And I have two hands like sunken freighters

and I have a mother in love

and a big will to cry

and there's a small dial

and a big dial

and if I dance with them both

I could just eat the sky

 

and I have a big love that doesn't know me yet

and there's a rumor saying

that it's all my fault

and there are man and pretty girls

and the boulevard

and those who tell me to act as if nothing happened yet.

as if nothing happened yet.

 

This is not a good time to be writing poetry.

 

B.

I'm concerned by the way my life seems right now

Concerned how every tiny straw break my back

And the rope that holds me is getting loose

I need it around me

I’m exhausted.

 

I'm glad the ground is trampled under me

And I feel the sky aware of my weaknesses

my sensitivity simply ran out

I want you to scream

Even though nothing happened yet.

This symposium must end, I say

And direct the traffic to someone else

Everyone tells me I'm indifferent.

I am sensitive.

I remember how to feel.

I just feel bad.

 

Once again I suck on a stalk, left behind

I feed off scraps

And I have had my fill

My birds flew away

Leaving behind only a desert

All the wires are here

But nothing’s connected.

 

The love you took I borrowed from a neighbor

And I'll have nothing to return when she'll come claiming

I can do it all

I can make it good

I know how to love

I just feel bad

 

This is not a good time to be writing poetry.

 


The Official music video.

The original Hebrew text.

חווית קנייה של רכב חדש

לאחרונה אני וזוגתי החלטנו לקנות אוטו חדש. הגענו למסקנה שהגיע הזמן אחרי כמעט 20 שנה (!) עם האוטו הקודם. ערכנו סקר שוק והייתי קצת הלום