Lomir Gayn [Yiddish for "Let's Go"] Lomir Gayn Let's go
I can smell the salt in the Brooklyn air I can feel this ocean everywhere And when the sky breaks open and the city stops I know that I'm in love
Lomir Gayn Let's go
I can smell the salt in the Broklyn air I can feel this ocean everywhere And when the sky breaks open and the city stops I know that I'm in love
If you ever find me guided by comfort, lethargic Without a sense of justice Shake me and make me remember My sharp tongue and sharp eyes These are things that keep me alive
My anger and my gratitude are one A blessing for the struggle for passion These are the things that keep me alive, alive Hold me to the heat and I rise, I rise
My anger and my gratitude are one A blessing for the struggle for passion These are the things that keep me alive, alive Hold me to the heat and I rise, I rise
These are the things that keep me alive Hold me to the heat and I rise, I rise These are the things that keep me alive Hold me to the heat and I rise Hold me to the heat and I rise, I rise Lomir Gayn