The Masque of Anarchy - by
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
As I lay asleep in Italy
There came a voice from over the Sea
And with great power it forth led me
To walk in the visions of Poesy.
Orphean sprig! Melting baby! Warm chihuahua!
The vale of tears is powerless before you.
Whether Christ is born, or is not born, you
put paid to fate, it abdicates
under the Christmas lights.
Una cuadrilla de obreros
/ está desmontando una vieja casona de Barranco.
/ Con una venia de paseante les pido su consentimiento para
/ mirarlos.
/ Desatan las…
Come in ahint, ye wan’erin’ tyke!
/ Did ever body see yer like?
/ Wha learnt ye a’ thae poacher habits?
/ Come in ahint, ne’er…
I ken there isna a p’int in yer heid,
/ I ken that ye’re auld an’ ill,
/ An’ the…
Black as the core of a shadow
Soft as a ‘can’t afford’ fleece
Warm as the ‘time to get up now’
Safe as yourself, only safer
Loving as only dogs can
būt suņa dzīvoklim ar trim rejošām istabām
/ ar sprauslājošu vannas istabu
/ kur pil aukstu slienu
/ un karstu siekalu krāni
/
/ suņa dzīvoklis ar grīdām
/ kas kauc…
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