Unter dayne vayse shtern Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant Mayne verter zaynen trern viln ruen in dayn hant Ze, es tunklt zeyer finkl In mayn kelerdikn blik Un ikh hob gornit kayn vinkl Zey tsu shenken dir tsurik Un ikh vil dokh, got getrayer Dir fartroyen mayn farmg Vayl es mogt in mir a fayer Un in fayer mayne teg Nor in kelern un lekher Veynt di merderishe ru Loyf ikh hekher, iber dekher Un ikh zukh, vu bistu, vu? Nemen yogn mikh meshune Trep un hoyfn mit gevoy Heng ikh a geplatste strune Un ikh zing tsu dir azoy Unter dayne vayse shtern Shtrek tsu mir dayn vayse hant Mayne verter zaynen trern Viln ruen in dayn hant
Under Your white stars Extend Your white hand to me My words are tears Which want to rest in Your hand See how they've lost their gleam from the vantage of my cellar - and I haven't even a corner in which to pray And yet I want, my dear God to entrust in You all I have for a fire burns inside me and the fire consumes my days Only in cellars and pits can I find my torturous rest So, I run across the rooftops looking for You. Where are You? I am chased by evil spirits. They goad me on stairways and in courtyards I hand a broken violin string and that's how I sing to You: Under Your white stars extend Your white hand to me My words are tears which want to rest in Your hand