twirl-dječak sa šibicama
15.05.2011., nedjelja
for my fallen angel my dying bride-for my fallen angel For My Fallen Angel As I draw up my breath And silver fills my eyes I kiss her still For she will never rise On my weak body Lays her dying hand Through those meadows of Heaven Where we ran Like a thief in the night The wind blows so light It wars with my tears They won't dry for many years Loves golden arrow At her should have fled And not Death ebon dart To strike her dead ......................................................... mom palom anđelu dok gubim dah i srebro mi oči briše još je ljubim jer ona ustati neće više na mom slabom tijelu leži joj umiruća ruka kroz one livade neba gdje smo mi trčali kao tat noću tako vjetar puše posve lako sa suzama mojim on u rat kreće koje presahnuti još mnogim godinama neće ljubavi strijela zlatna k njoj se trebala skloniti a ne smrti crne strelica mrtvu je oboriti (odabrao, preveo i obradio: twirl) |
