47th Chorus
How can I find it in my mind
If my mind is endless.
Skulls on the slavemarket,
blacksmiths, doctors –
I end up bleakly giggling
in gleak romany rooms
Sliced by Sardinian fiends
And shot fulla morphine
By sadistic doctors
That didnt dream of Japan
With me the night I dreamed
Of the Japanese Boy
With black wool cap
Sitting on a wall
On Kamikaze Boulevard
Near the Sea’s Hurricane,
In low gloomy dark
Dusk of War 1943 –
What happened in Italy?
Свидетельство о публикации №110110308630