Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices

V.Ourin

Translated by Alex Sitnitsky


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I'm sorry
oh, rebellious soul!
Sail
by the reeds. A rustic province
Promises you
a sheltering soil.
So,
breath with sorrow in your soleness.
The day
of your requital came.
Can you --
obediently -- carry
The berries'
tartness and, in vain,
Blame
you misfortune. Is it scary?
Pass
by a village, outcast.
The coast
with yellow shoals of hairs,
Here --
neglectfully -- I passed
The past.
Brought back and lost you in the lee leas.