Too tired, my legs please to rest.
Sorrow message burden on my windpipe,
Weary eyes find, knock at small nest.
"Oh! my sweet heart, don't cry, don't cry,
Stars rushout and watch over you.
Fairies come this and tell story for you.
They give everything if you want.
I wish your eyes go to dream.
May you florish! May you florish!"
I heared this lullaby, i trance in..
One man out of this, unknown looks,
I told an italian warrior.
His face look like flash.
He invited with his whole heart.
He served poor food but delicious.
I have only one son, grey man said,
He has fond of military services.
One day he has forsaken.
That time my wife has become mad.
Daily she sings a song to a stone doll..
I know your arrival purpose,
"my son was dead in the war"
Middle in the sky the crescent shinning,
My weeps burst out,
Mother wake, in her sarie clean my tears.
Her comfort words, my blood burning,
My son sleeping just now, who's friend,
Saying good-bye, but my conscience did not move,
Sacred red powder fix on my forehead, mother smiled
Father tether my hand with a holy thread.
Worth seeing! painful departure,
I think about this affection, when
My memories dispersed,
Fanfare announced the war begins,
I arranged my weapons.
In my path lullaby continuously......
Copyright © mary miriumjilith | Year Posted 2005
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