Текст песни Dirge (David Bueno) с переводом

I have just come from a funeral

My lover’s, which is to say, my own.

Seven months after his death

I went looking for his grave.

I was no relative, only a lover.

It was a fine graveyard

In the shade of a tamaranind

Stood many graves

Going away into the distance

Into a vista of cipreses.

I threw roses on the grave

Of one Yunus Kahn

It was the wrong Kahn

But my tears were real.

And my perfumed prayers reached him

My lover would accept anything

As long as it was from me.

He was playing hide and seek

Even in death.

And I smelled all of roses.

And I smelled all of roses.

And I smelled all of roses.

And I smelled all of roses.

What is a funeral in the wake of the funeral

Of all Irak.

I haggled for oranges

In the marketplace

Where we haggled for love’s price.

And I smelled all of oranges.

And suddenly I smelled all the orange grooves of Irak.

And I smelled all of oranges.

And I smelled all of oranges.

And I smelled all of oranges.

And I smelled all of roses.

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