I am a troubadour | final version
translated poem:
Bywam trubadurem
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Renata Cygan
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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