Juventude, abandonada juventude

"Jovens bretãs", 1895, óleo de Paul Sérusier (1864-1927)

And I still talk to you.

As the world spins around,

And Kings fight Queens,

And Knaves whatch their world

Turn to ashes.

I, as all men that still have faith,

I still see the uncontable beauties

And wonders that only your darling you

Closes eyes to.

Wish I wouldn't have to wake up

And face the scum

Burning down the lefts of hope,

Love , friendship, hate!

Allowing pawns to starve their lost souls

Feeding the wars our world has to face.

Mothers cry as they send their chosen sons,

To stop this outrage,

As they see their sons blood boiling,

Forgoten by everyone ,

Stabbed by the very Kings and Queens,

That refuse to stop this war while they still can.

But the Knaves can stop it,

Hard they try,

As I close my eyes

To this lost world,

As I talk to you,

As the world spins around

And more lost devils destroy the lefts of you


poema de Alexandra Juliana