10-12-2014, 02:42 PM
At some unnamed night,
and it will be bright,
I'll go away.
The door I will never
close
the flowers will keep
fragrance.
My children will have fallen asleep
the most deeply
covered and caressed
and somebody will cant to them again
a cradle song.
It will be light like in a temple
and clear like a voice
in mountains.
Then I'll leave
forgotten all the words…
A branch in the white snow.
translation from Bulgarian
and it will be bright,
I'll go away.
The door I will never
close
the flowers will keep
fragrance.
My children will have fallen asleep
the most deeply
covered and caressed
and somebody will cant to them again
a cradle song.
It will be light like in a temple
and clear like a voice
in mountains.
Then I'll leave
forgotten all the words…
A branch in the white snow.
translation from Bulgarian
'Because the barbarians will arrive today;and they get bored with eloquence and orations.' CP Cavafy