|
Gaita Margaritena (english) My beloved brothers were taken forth by the flood, says a child in a mournful voice. Such a bitter story. I possess a piece of jewellery, a treasure with a natural face. I am worth more than diamonds and rubies, I will not change for you and I look like the place where I am and I am respected also at those faraway places. They say there was nothing there. I leave at the crack of dawn, for the guave tree thinks I am mad. You, only you will pay for it. The goats path hurts and the slug, too, is suffering. For us there exists no pain, says the mussel. Even the queen bee tells her story, a thankless life. We are denied heaven on earth, in a world that is too full, in which we are worth nothing. They say, Yes, our dear brothers ... We all went there together, free from fears, when the raging flood came. It carried them all off as if they were nothing, and as they disappeared - what could have been worse for me They are saying all the time, you will have them pay for it. |
