| Thy Catafalque – Az Ősanya Szól Ivadékaihoz Lyrics | 11 years ago |
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~Rough translation for your pleasure. Original poems of Weöres Sándor.~ Foremother speaks to her descendants Let it be silence and dusk on your path, Let [the] shadow-bonnet kiss your graves, Behind the further-swaying lights, Let your paths bring you back in the complete darkness. Lamp touches lamp on the table, Rampant light-trellises melt into eachother. Yet, a contour of shadow buckle among them, Where the blind-seer bug slips through. In streams, thousands of my stubborn children, Those dishonoured, eat and drink like in the dense fog pouring mud in the air, Where from warty barks the danger blinks, Until in fog-tearing agile circles, the final, solvent, soot-coloured night finds you. The bear-ancestor With failed nuptial in his heart, In the depths, where monkey-shadow screams, One of my angelic-selves was searching for the bear's wise steps. The hyperborean in the night Sharpens his skinning knife, Sings about his bear-ancestors and kills them children-like-diligently. His big soul lives in peace, in eternal winter with his kin, they are warming on his skin. The frost sparkles on the angel, He waits like this for a bit of light to flicker maybe on an insect's wing cover. |
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