MINUET TO THE EARTH-HANDLER (George/BG)

Let me sing a minuet to the earth-handler
To glorify donkey in him yard
He dug up the soil at the dawn in January

The curses have darkened in the night wheel
Telega stands on the brink of the lantern
The breath of the bull flies by not in vain

Arising from the dead a ploughman struck the tocsin
The fields are green under the secret moon
In the underground earth is heard the boom of the nightingale

(And those bulls, they are mine)





"Mr.Lonely Crane"
Альбом "Aerostatics In The Company Of Sphinxes"
Альбомы Б.Г.
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