The Ballad of the Salt-Water
The sea smiles far-off.
Spume-teeth,
sky-lips.
‘What do you sell, troubled child,
child with naked breasts?’
‘Sir, I sell
salt-waters of the sea.’
‘What do you carry, dark child,
mingled with your blood?’
‘Sir, I carry
salt-waters of the sea.’
‘These tears of brine
where do they come from, mother?’
‘Sir, I cry
salt-waters of the sea.’
‘Heart, this deep bitterness,
where does it rise from?’
‘So bitter, the salt-waters
of the sea!’
The sea smiles far-off.
Spume-teeth.
Sky-lips.
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Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!
For love of you, the air, it hurts,
and my heart,
and my hat, they hurt me.
Who would buy it from me,
this ribbon I am holding,
and this sadness of cotton,
white, for making handkerchiefs with?
Ay, the pain it costs me
to love you as I love you!
1 comment:
Tania, ia posmotrel foto washei gizni na plantacii, eoto zamechatelno, u menia w dushe poselilas glubokaia toska. Etot obraz gizni moia blshaia mechta, ne osushestwimaia w Rossii. Ia wam gluboko zawiduiu beloi zawistiu. Sergei Zlobin
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