The Holy Mute Beggar's Beat - algorave garage - A Na NaCh song

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Stanza 1]
The Heart yearns for the Spring, but the sun’s fire burns,
Its weakness grows heavy, for the waters it yearns.
A bird spreads its wings, casting shade to console,
Yet the Beggar, thought mute, holds the days in his soul.
His wise praises gather true kindnesses bright,
For the Man to bring life to the Spring’s fading light.
[Chorus]
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me’Uman
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me’Uman
[Stanza 2]
The Man of True Kindness takes the Beggar’s great gift,
His heart’s boundless mercy gives the Spring a new lift.
To the Heart he presents it, a treasure divine,
The Heart to the Spring, where their fates intertwine.
Not mute, but with wisdom of all days’ design,
The Beggar’s sweet praises make the heavens align.
[Chorus]
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me’Uman
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומ�ן
Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me’Uman
[Stanza 3]
As the day’s end draws near, and the Spring’s life may fade,
The Heart sings to the Spring, with sweet poetry made.
The Beggar’s not mute, his voice weaves every day,
His kindness and wisdom light the couple’s new way.
Through song and through praise, they join Heart and Spring’s call,
In Nachman’s great vision, God’s glory enthralls.
[Chorus]
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me’Uman
נַ נַחְ נַחְמָ נַחְמָן מאומן
Na Nach Nachma Nachman Me’Uman