Things would become full of life again
and all the songs, time's arias
would follow as before to sustain
things hidden within us
If someone just shed that heaviness
which has imprinted our touch
and finishes sewing the coat's stitches
knowing now it doesn't hurt much
Just not to pull it on the body
as you are used to in the frost
wearing long sleeves when February
has brought love that tends to exhaust
Feel a touch where the cloth has left it
where there is the bare skin lying
where there is no place for a jacket
(it is too large for the living)
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
Things would become full of life again
and all the songs, time's arias
would follow as before to sustain
things hidden within us
If someone just shed that heaviness
which has imprinted our touch
and finishes sewing the coat's stitches
knowing now it doesn't hurt much
Just not to pull it on the body
as you are used to in the frost
wearing long sleeves when February
has brought love that tends to exhaust
Feel a touch where the cloth has left it
where there is the bare skin lying
where there is no place for a jacket
(it is too large for the living)
Written February 28, 1939
Original in Czech:
https://cs.wikisource.org/wiki/%C4%8C%C3%ADtanka_jaro/A_odho%C4%8F_%C5%A1at_sv%C5%AFj%E2%80%A6