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In Search of God!
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Brigantine*
Tired of talking and arguing
And love tired eyes ...
In the far blue sea of Filibusters
The brigantine raises the sails ...
Captain, weathered like rocks,
Went out to sea, without waiting for us.
Raise your glasses just to wave goodbye to him
With a gold and tart wine.
We drink for the rampageous, for the rebellious,
For those who despise pennie's worth of comfort.
It winds in the wind "Jolly Roger"
Flint people sing a little song.
And in trouble, and in joy, and in grief,
Just a little squint of the eye -
In the far blue sea of Filibusters
Brigantine raises the sails.
Song to poems by Pavel Kogan,
Tired of talking and arguing
And love tired eyes ...
In the far blue sea of Filibusters
The brigantine raises the sails ...
Captain, weathered like rocks,
Went out to sea, without waiting for us.
Raise your glasses just to wave goodbye to him
With a gold and tart wine.
We drink for the rampageous, for the rebellious,
For those who despise pennie's worth of comfort.
It winds in the wind "Jolly Roger"
Flint people sing a little song.
And in trouble, and in joy, and in grief,
Just a little squint of the eye -
In the far blue sea of Filibusters
Brigantine raises the sails.
Song to poems by Pavel Kogan,
" Ostrovitjsnka" - female islander.
My posture, is simple
My home is penniless.
Because I'm an islander
From distant islands!
I live - and need to no one!
You entered - and I will not sleep at night.
To warm someone else's dinner -
I will burn my home down!
You glance at me and become an acquittance,
You enter - and you can stay!
Simple are our laws:
Written in our blood.
Will lure moon from the sky
To our palms - if we need it!
And if you left - it would be as if you have never been,
And I was never been too.
I look at the knife trail:
Will it heal before
Until the next first stranger,
Who will say: "Drink."
My posture, is simple
My home is penniless.
Because I'm an islander
From distant islands!
I live - and need to no one!
You entered - and I will not sleep at night.
To warm someone else's dinner -
I will burn my home down!
You glance at me and become an acquittance,
You enter - and you can stay!
Simple are our laws:
Written in our blood.
Will lure moon from the sky
To our palms - if we need it!
And if you left - it would be as if you have never been,
And I was never been too.
I look at the knife trail:
Will it heal before
Until the next first stranger,
Who will say: "Drink."
What if you slept
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
And what if
In your sleep
You dreamed
And what if
In your dream
You went to heaven
And there plucked a strange and beautiful flower
And what if
When you awoke
You had that flower in you hand
Ah, what then?
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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