No one’s Child (Cântecul unui copil al nimănui) - Gavril Rotică

Just leave me, fellows, leave me in
That smoky corner of a tavern,
To see those stragglers dry their chin,
And booze again and say it’s heaven.

Just leave me there next to my glass,
So I can fling the book of life;
Wine, sweet-and-bitter venom mass,
I weep, I hold my pocket knife.

Let my tormented lead-like head
Get drowsy at the sound of fiddles,
Let sweet oblivion come instead
Of all those wisdom words and riddles.

Leave, leave me here, so I can tell
My story to some mouse or toad.
For I am no one’s child; no hell,
No heaven’s mine, no home, no road.

Added by: Adina Speranta

Translator: Ioana Carp
Language: English


see more poems written by: Gavril Rotică



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