Vladimir Gerun
Clouds - ships.
I look at clouds in height,
On white ships of desert;
They float, they will stick where?
Where the sky is bright or yellow dark blue?
They float, they will stick where?
Where the sky is bright or yellow dark blue?
What their distant way, in what edges
They to me will meet henceforth?
Where will sleep now in what mountains
And where a shelter will find there on foreign land?
Where will sleep now in what mountains
And where a shelter will find there on foreign land?
I have done a bit of travelling and the countries I have seen
And many times I went for three seas,
But I am better than places the world did not see
Where I was born, veins, not knowing burning.
But I am better than places the world did not see
Where I was born, veins, not knowing burning.