Farewell, forgive me, my dear sweet by PR Slaveykov traslated by Ann WoodFarewell, forgive me, my dear sweet
Goodbye, forgive me, my dear sweetheart,
I go Azi in an unknown way.
My fate has already decided,
I am being condemned by a court of addiction.
On forgotten in distant countries,
in the land unknown, unwilling slave,
there to fall into chains forever,
without knowing you my grave.
You will not come here early,
incense to smoke, to light a candle,
let us order you perverse, spacious
how we lived in the past.
You have nothing to wait for me,
live, walk forever, as you know,
but be sad, do not weep
and keep courage in front of the enemy.
Lovely, hug your male child,
herself hope, son of a bitch,
hang on with him, be proud of him,
that he will be a good henchman.
Burn, nurse him, swing over him!
"Grow, sweet son, grow up!"
a sense of mshhhhh,
he pleased us to take revenge.
Poetry by antoniya katelieva-wood
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Written on 2017-12-02 at 23:47
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