Ekhod mi yoydea Ekhod, ekhod mi yoydea Ekhod ani yoydeo Ekhod ani yoydeo
In vos ken ikh gleybn? Ekhod, ekhod mi yoydea? Ikh ken zayn a maymen Ekhod ani yoydeo
Der nes fun zumer-shprenklen Un di naye kveytn fun an elntn boym Yay day day, der finkl fun mayn trern Ekhod ani maamino
Di sharfe layd fun an ershte libe Ani yoydeo Keyn loybgezangn far di griber Ani maamino Der bagin vos efnt klore oygn Oy ikh ken zen Di eynstselne reges vos shafn a lebn Ani maamino
A shorstik strup af a veykhe vund Ekhod ani yoydeo Der blutik royt fun a geshpaltene floym Ani maamino Der bagin vos efnt klore oygn Oy ikh ken zen Di eynstselne reges vos shafn a lebn Ani maamino
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Who knows one? One – who knows one? I know one. Indeed, I know one.
What can I believe in? One – who knows one? I can believe I know one.
The miracle of freckles And the new buds on a lone tree The sparkle of my tears... I believe in one
The sharp pain of first love I know No eulogies by the grave I believe The dawn that opens clear eyes I can see The single moments that form a life I believe
The rough scab on a painful wound I know one The blood red of a split plum I believe The dawn that opens clear eyes I can see The single moments that form a life I believe