Lascerò a voi figure

Penso al giorno che lascerò questo mondo.
Lo lascerò a tante figure e pochi uomini.
E io anche diverrò l'alone di una figura che era
e passata è, via.
O se un santo fossi stato, almeno nella fede
sarei stato ben radicato. La vita avrei donato
al più grande postulato.
Oh, fossi stato freddo o caldo, almeno.
Ma probabilmente sarò vomitato.
Lascerò, a voi figure, questo mondo.
Ma abbiate zelo e ravvedetevi.
Non fate la mia fine.

Corvi, che ho non amato,
il vostro ricordo porterò con me
ogni giorno avete a mio lato
camminato.

Figlie, il dolore della vostra distanza
porterò con me che vi ho amato.

Amore, porterò te con me, e la
notte verrò di nuovo a guardarti.

Fratello, ti auguro il bene
quello stesso che ti volevo - nei
tuoi undici anni.

Lituania, porterò con me la neve e il gelo
gli alberi secchi e neri coperti di corvi
scuri - e le foglie gialle e rosse dell'autunno.

Italia, la tua bellezza terrò nel cuore
ma anche il dolore di un popolo bacato
e imbecille - che nel nulla vive

evangelizzato.

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