I am a troubadour | final version

translator:  Renata Cygan

translated poem: Bywam trubadurem -  Renata Cygan
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I don't have dreams about the dead.
I don't convoke them.
Let them hang in the clouds, as happy as white swans.
Sometimes I am a troubadour.
In my sleepless brain
I go through the memories of those who are gone.

Although I try to keep my dreams completely clear,
the dead are always with me.
Through sorrow to tears.

I don't dream about the perished.
Why to torment?
The emptiness is empty, see-throuh like a veil.
Nothing can fulfill it, life goes on like mourner.
With a spider thred you cannot stitch the broken rail.

RC 13.11.15

Translated by RC



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