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
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009
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