The Broken Tongue - Daniel Kahn, the Painted Bird

Now you who gather joyfully beneath the festive lights

And warm each other soulfully with all of your delight

Take not too much comfort in this song

For what you choose to elevate from what was cast below

Is but the tidal whimsy of the seas you do not know

& may well turn asunder before long

A beauteous sound, a diamond I have found

A diamond I have found beneath the snow

Buried in the ground, 'neath a ruddy mound

'Neath a ruddy mound where nothing grows

The guests are almost ready for the dancing to begin

They’ve come to toast the wedding between Zion & Berlin

So raise a glass up to the bride & groom

But don’t confuse the Deutsch & Yiddish, nor the night & day

& if a Kaddish sounds like Kiddush, bow your head & pray

We never step upon the glass too soon

A shayn gesang, an oytser far a klang

An oytser far a klang, vi fun a khupe

Tsespaltn fun a shverd, bagrobn tif in drerd unter der kupe

So weigh your fortune carefully when prophesy reveals

That decadence & revelry can undermine your zeal

& turn the prophesy upon its ear

For in the dying embers of a century of blood

Is all we must remember to avoid the coming flood

Of prophesies we all refuse to hear

For singing broken melodies to songs in broken tongues

Cannot erase the memory of bells already rung

Nor can it unring the ones we hear

So let the broken birds return upon their painted wings

& let the broken words be burned unto the songs we sing

Till every note is new unto our ears

A beauteous sound, a diamond I have found

A diamond I have found beneath the snow

Buried in the ground, 'neath a ruddy mound

'Neath a ruddy mound where nothing grows