Purple trees,
I am in love!
Beyond the woods
there is an ocean
The sirens with lovely breasts
singing,
the promises!
Sinbad’s ship
waiting
Hope that turned into rubies,
dazzling
“Row the savage boats, slaves,
you’ll be the master one day, someday…”
I have made my peace
Now I dye my bearskin with flowers,
stare at the sky with hopeless eyes,
and wait for her,
and wait for her
The cave — so empty
will echo her giggles,
her moans,
will fill my heart,
will fill my soul
My anchor, my love,
I won’t let you go no more
Purple trees, my friends,
as ancient from my grandfather’s days,
won’t he bless my boy
who is fluttering like a fin-leaf
in a distant dream?
Won’t he wake up his wife
in the middle of the night
to whisper a shriek,
“Rejoice, immortality!
They will make love again!”
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