niedziela, 14 lipca 2013

A N N A _ G E R M A N _ E u r y d y k i _ t a n c z a c e

For people from Russia. I'm sure you know this singer very well, because of the TV series about her.

Dancing Eurydices 

At the corner cafe 
A concert takes part every night
Stop on the doorstep 
Dancing Eurydice
Befor the first ray 
It lights by dawn on the wall 
Let the drunk Orpheuses 
give the hugs  them 

The starts flow like a centuries
The night is hanging out the heavy curtains
It throws up the lacy shawl 
on dancing Eurydice 
The river sings under the bridge 
The shadow of curved lantern dances 
The black cat is rubbing the back 
on the open door in the cafe 
Who has got curious eyes ?
Eurydice! Eurydice!
Who has got curious lips ?
Very soon, the pink draw crawls slowly 
 into the horizon. 
The fogs untie like a yarn
Lights go out, the thrill is gone.

The wind has sprung up on the alley
It hits into trees like a guitar string 
Orpheus is singing 
or the trees are humming
The black cat gets back so quiet  
to the shop window 
Before rooster crows
it needs melt into the aroma

The river splashes under the bridge
The dark shadow of lantern has gone.
People come to the cafe 
The noice in the street as usual
And the wind dances in the street
It circes like a drunk man
It hangs out the scarf from spiders' web
in the branch.
Who has got curious eyes ?
Eurydice! Eurydice!
Who has got curious lips ?
The wind dances in the street
The fogs untie like a yarn
There is only, there is onlythe black cat.



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