https://youtube/watch?v=5603yvxzLUc What is it you are asking (seeking) for, Athanasia*, at my balcony in front (by my doorstep) you dont give me any attention (you dont give me the time of day) and how (can) my heart bear (it) They loved you in the world (you were loved in the world by) kings, poets and not (a single) little twig of mint*, have you ever given them You are hard (harsh), like the deaths grasp* but times came when we believed (in) you deeply Every generation wants (you) to become their own good-looking lady (you), that noone wan you (over) What is it you are asking (seeking) for, Athanasia by my doorstep what strange sacrifice does life owe you Thirsty Croesuses*, humble pilgrims came and from your gardens fountain, you never gave (allowed) them a drink You are hard (harsh), like the deaths grasp but times came when we believed (in) you deeply Every generation wants (you) to become their own good-looking lady (you), that noone wan you (over)
Posted on: Sat, 27 Sep 2014 15:32:13 +0000
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