25.06.2018
Little Savannah Tree
Little savannah tree...I have come to ask you, ask you:
If when he went away from me, little tree...
Did you see him pass by, pass by?
Open your dreams to heaven
Without a cry, loneliness.
The dead field smells
The sweet sundown flower.
You, with momentary sorrow,
Only sand from swamp.
Dreaming of May air,
How much pain you have!
That even there are no leaves left to you,
Little savannah tree!
Dreaming of May air,
How much pain you have!
That even there are no leaves left to you,
Little savannah tree!
Little tree with fine leaves,
Nest made with pains,
Since you have no leaves,
The sun kisses your thorns.
Herd without pawns,
I pass with my song,
And you, in your profound silence
Remains drier and sad.
Little tree, you saw him,
You saw him pass by!
And you, in your profound silence
Remains drier and sad.
Little tree, you saw him,
You saw him pass by!
Little savannah tree...
I have come to ask you, ask you:
If when he went away from me, little tree...
Did you see him pass by, pass by?
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