Love song (on a pirogue)
On a small pirogue you go and you're coming
the times the rainfall's getting pretty wild
you sail about the Visigothic lands humming
and by the hanging gardens you're beguiled
but bit by bit your wings you saw off are numbing
Your naked body with brine is all crusted
I brought you fresh water from Delphi's springs
in halves you told me your life will be busted
but fore I disowned you three times in my flings
the key to Heaven was completely rusted
Through the dust lands the caravan is crawling
as always chasing your sly shade around
How can a sheet make a mind start lolling?
How can the sea with only ropes be bound?
My love whom Antigone we were calling
What kind of nocturne took your light away
and in what galaxy can you be found
here is Attica a quarry all grey
and me just an unworthy shooting ground
where foreign soldiers train and curse all day
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