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Forecasters
Forecasters of those silent white nights
Who managed to live through the blistering co-old
You have made us feel a little warmer, and brighter.
We've become more agile in unfrozen postures.
Loved by the children and thoughtful widows
Who are playing jazz in communal apartments
I listen to every new forecast of yours
Trying to fathom what the secret power is
What kind of hope resides in you, what kind of lo-ove?
Without songs or celebrations, or gestures or words
Keepers of the secret of overseas gods
Who put unease into distrustful mothers
Who accompany those girls under a white veil
And who teach them the art of dancing the tam-tam
Who are lovers of a kitchen that from nature comes
Gourmets of these herbs and plant-grown dishes
You give us boiling quicksilver so much
And everywhere you're loved and everywhere you're sought after
What kind of hope resides in you, what kind of lo-ove?
Without songs or celebrations, or gestures or words
Gifted in the knitting of marital bonds
Who have known neither women nor affection since childhood
You know how to repair those ancient splits
Any family looks after you with apprehension
Holders of these stocks in demented ideas
You hear the music of the brass Buddha
You know to speak the language of the silent children
A miracle takes place here on a nightly basis
What kind of hope resides in you, what kind of lo-ove?
Without songs or celebrations, or gestures or words
добавено на 26 април 2023 - 05:39
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Since the long version doesn't exist on this website, but I felt it was lacking in translations, I decided to add it anyway. From halfway through the second part, the translation doesn't match up anymore.
Specifically, the first four lines of the second part come from the extended version's second part. The last four lines are the last four in the third part.
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