I love this song and traslated for you
Skillfully knitted by a thin fog.
Oh, tell me where you came from
So blue, good silence.
Have you not gone down the ridge of the weary,
Eternal waves where blue rests
Green storms born of evil winds.
There is the green shore of silence
Gulls and gulls do not fly there.
There is the black wind anchored there
The dead choir of the old world
Memories, memories come
Leave old friends
From past days. Do not forget,
Who left you so blue a good silence.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2017-06-06 at 21:22
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Burgas Nights by AnnWood
Bourgas evenings, fishing netsSkillfully knitted by a thin fog.
Oh, tell me where you came from
So blue, good silence.
Have you not gone down the ridge of the weary,
Eternal waves where blue rests
Green storms born of evil winds.
There is the green shore of silence
Gulls and gulls do not fly there.
There is the black wind anchored there
The dead choir of the old world
Memories, memories come
Leave old friends
From past days. Do not forget,
Who left you so blue a good silence.
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 768 times
Written on 2017-06-06 at 21:22
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