LIKE A BALLAD

By Natan Yonatan

If a wreath of painful thorns is what you love I will go to the desert and there I will learn to ache And if songs you have loved Those who’s been written on stone among the branch of the palm tree I will live and in stones I will write and then when we will be covered In sands in the dark and the book of deuteronomy In darkness covered tell me words more beautiful than cry and joy he probably loved me that man