My night moves
between the tunes of Sabah Fakhri
and the rhythms of Abdel Wahab
There’s someone firing from the window
and someone urging death by water
or death by flames
Jerusalem itself goes under
but the waltz doesn’t stop
not even when the burning pillars of history
crumble all around me
not even when I see Zionists
pretending to be thieves
pretending to be Zionists
(so small
they’re almost invisible)
Take it:
take this waltz
EN 
MK