Dambu Lui Gaf

Go to Dambu Lui Gaf, I told them Climb some hills and lose some breath. Lie in a shrine, on wet grass, I told them The earth is not fully peopled yet ... And so many now are young and dying The young dies fast and furiously. And old men with broken hearts are crying My Pavel is dead, he died so violently Old Platanov, go back to Dambu Lui Gaf When the opiate mist of morning is gone Let her fall in the grass, let her laugh Again, like Sandy Booker and his fawn. There are too many wars, and too few lovers Open the borders of the flaming sword O climb the hills, and smell the flowers Young Pavel died and the silence is heard. I have counted enough bodies, I told them Like the spectre of birds in far sunset Love put put his four stars in his eyes, I told them At the top of Dambu Lui Gaf no regret