lunes, 2 de febrero de 2015
I don't know if
I don't know if History repeats itself
But I do know that you don't.
I remember that city was divided
Not only between Jews and Arabs,
But between me and you,
When we were there together.
We made ourselves a womb of dangers
We built ourselves a house of deadening wars
Like men of far north
Who build themselves a safe warm house of deadening ice.
The city has been reunited
But we haven't been there together.
By now I know
That History doesn't repeat itself,
As I always knew that you wouldn't.