Hey, lament, if I may call you so
would you come here to bring your sorrow?
Fragrance, do you have things to tell?
I would breathe in your poisoned smell.
How many curtains! But none that hangs.
I feel my head, lungs and heart have pangs.
That's for the drinks I had to take.
Maybe for all that I can take.
For fasting there is a believer.
I stubbornly think of a dinner.
I'm hungry! Who cares if I ate
the tears and the fear and the hate.
I'm also thirsty. I'll drink my pail
of blizzard, rainstorm and the hail
and after getting tired from it
I fall asleep on this couplet.
But lament, why am I saying so
would you come here to bring your sorrow?
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
Hey, lament, if I may call you so
would you come here to bring your sorrow?
Fragrance, do you have things to tell?
I would breathe in your poisoned smell.
How many curtains! But none that hangs.
I feel my head, lungs and heart have pangs.
That's for the drinks I had to take.
Maybe for all that I can take.
For fasting there is a believer.
I stubbornly think of a dinner.
I'm hungry! Who cares if I ate
the tears and the fear and the hate.
I'm also thirsty. I'll drink my pail
of blizzard, rainstorm and the hail
and after getting tired from it
I fall asleep on this couplet.
But lament, why am I saying so
would you come here to bring your sorrow?
Written March 31, 1941
Original in Czech:
https://cs.wikisource.org/wiki/Zcest%C3%AD/Kocovina