Carmen Ezgeta

After all you are a song not flesh and blood

No more a live woman but you are an existing song

And it is wrapped in words and melody And a special rhythm

After all you are an existing song

So sometimes when I am cold, quietly I sit down with you

And sing without words I sing to my self

After all you are a song, a song that is being written

I am close to the song like breathing

It opens up in love and finishes in "what?"

And finishes in "who?" may be in me or in you

May be with no words

After all you are my song.

Shlomo Artzi

(1949)

[ lyrics; music; performed ]