Sunday, March 29, 2015

My ship is sailing slow

Back to motherland
My ship is sailing slow

White hands reaching for cold beer
I envelop my heart in a red woolen shawl

Silence and little flower gardens
My ship is sailing slow

O Motherland, kiss my cheeks
My thoughts are lost and low

A little sparrow sings for me
A song  I don't remember or
Maybe do not know