Et Mi At Mashkah Dma'ot
Sivan Shavit
And Who Are You to Make Me Cry
Images flash like a train window,
birds flying but not wanting to land.
And you on the step sitting by your door.
Beautiful women towering to the sky,
floating into the sunset at four.
And you on the step sitting by your door.
And who are you to make me cry?
And who are you to curse?
Let yourself see,
open the door.
A blue ball stuck by your feet,
kids in the park laughing all around you.
And you on the step sitting by your door.
