Další z básní/písní...
Vím, že v druhé strofě trošku zakopl rytmus, ale spoléhám na to, že v písni se to ztratí >:)
Pokud bude třeba překlad, s chutí ho dodám. Stačí jen říct.
We took a fairy bound into salty marish
We saw a hare in the race with a black fish
We shaded dead trees with the dish of slavery
We dug the gem to the sun of shiny ivory
I’ll cross the bound behind the wood of deers and flavour
Oh yes I will
And I’ll come to the swamp with your favour
Oh yes I will
I guarantee
We’ll fly over trees
With gloves on our feet
We had a dreamful night with grapevine in our arms
We kept our jar in the rat-race with the cats
We built skyscrapers with the shadow of our cold marks
We did what our limbs said and professed some damned lar
I’ll farm another bird with golden feather for you
Oh yes I will
I’ll stand in front of your door with my cue
Oh yes I will
I guarantee
We’ll fly over trees
With gloves on our feet
Project my home with hands of sleeves and virtue
Don’t cut down those dead trees
Walk me through the woods with savoury clue
Protect me against the breeze