Prisoner's Song
By Vittorio Mayer Pasquale
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
A bird is at my window
in song.
The heart in me is weeping
along.
I spot a flower downed
in dirt
With two tears keeping it
alive.
Dear flower me and you
are alike...
Taken from the green field,
I'm dying.
The Original:
Ap mar fénstri
jek tíkno čírklo
givéla.
Mur Herz an mánde
rovéla.
Hacjóm jek blúma
ab i čik...
Duj suá diénla
i džibén.
Me hom har du
o blúma...
Vri fon i víza
meráva !
By Vittorio Mayer Pasquale
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
A bird is at my window
in song.
The heart in me is weeping
along.
I spot a flower downed
in dirt
With two tears keeping it
alive.
Dear flower me and you
are alike...
Taken from the green field,
I'm dying.
The Original:
Ap mar fénstri
jek tíkno čírklo
givéla.
Mur Herz an mánde
rovéla.
Hacjóm jek blúma
ab i čik...
Duj suá diénla
i džibén.
Me hom har du
o blúma...
Vri fon i víza
meráva !
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