Drunken Boat

I know the skies bursting with lightning
The surf, the currents, I know the evening
At times I have seen what man thought he saw

The slow rhythms are streaking daylight
And stronger than gin, vaster than music
The bitter red of love ferments, ferments, our love ferments

If I want a water of Europe, it is the black
Cold puddle where in the twilight
A squatting child full of sadness releases
A boat as fragile as the May butterfly
No longer can I follow
In the wake of the cotton boats
Nor cross through the pride of flags and flames
Nor swim under the terrible eyes of prison ships

I know the skies bursting with lightning
The surf, the currents, I know the evening
At times I have seen what man thought she saw
At times I have seen what man thought she saw

At times I have seen what man thought she saw



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Rimbaud, Thanassis Nikopoulos
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