May 11th, 2014 → 4:15 pm @ Reciprocal Care // No Comments
This song says it all, in light of world events today.
Composed by Roman Stepniak – Sung by Ivanka Zajac
From the New York City Lullabies/Song Bank archives
Translated by Iryna Hoshozska:
The night is peeking through the window
It is quiet all around.
Close your eyes.
When you grow up my son
You will stand up
To defy your future
And in the desert of humanity
You will remember your dear mother.
Tired you will cuddle up
To your mother’s heart
And try to sleep in her arms
Like you once did.
My little son
You are dreaming
Your little eyes you shut
While your unknown future
Is also sleeping.
Julia Soto Lebentritt, The Lullabologist