Dagsbrun # 75125

Dagsbrún. Songs and poems by Jónas Guðlaugsson.


Southern roses



I dream of red roses,

roses, born under a fiery sun,
as red as blood,
as hot as blood
from a heart that trembles with love and desire for life.

Southern, red roses!
weak and hot and born for a moment of pleasure,
I want to smell your fragrance.
and the fire is red
Suck thirst into my soul,
your burning blood,
which is more deadly than poison,
and cast you faded from me.

And when the southern sun
kindles a burning fire of faded leaves
and then fertilized the earth,
which gives birth to new and more beautiful roses,
cut the glow from your fiery steps
to the icy north
and sparkle like mad
about fire and blood
and tropical red roses.

Southern roses!


In the distance I see you,


from a distance you stork


with fragrant crowns and burning

newspapers,


that I can never achieve,


that I can never kiss


and then cast the faded ones away from me.