The Crystal in the Abyss #77158

The Crystal in the Abyss. Poem by Guðmundur Böðvarsson.



Escort



Come, little sweetie,

baby, daddy's a bitch,

let's dream pigeons

stay inside for a while,

- honor is heaven.

The breeze embraces the town,

offers for the day.

Come, my dear.



Let's walk up the river

in by the mossy plain,

forward with the hole in the wall

against the heather of the peat,

- do you hear what I sing -

like a mother lamb

search for ancient paths

inside a hilly circle.



From here you can see the sea.

wrapped in white radiance,

it should be kept and buried

gold and mother-of-pearl,

if you fish well.

But in front of the high mountains,

far from the blue sea,

An old seal sleeps.



Glittering ground and cheek,

Glowing swimming and drifting.

Little traveler

wake up now

your loyalty and faith.

- A spring in the loch flows,

Heather on the heath dreams,

- This land belongs to you.



This is where grandparents lived.

like dad and mom.

One life and shame

each one acquires,

- we stumbled upon a narrow staircase.

But you should remember,

all existence,

that this land belongs to you.



If evil spirits

through the dark gates

offer reconciliation to betrayal,

as long as it takes

we in this world,

then there is no need to choose:

You may never sell

it out of your hands.



We walk long distances,

The land spreads its arms wide.

All streets are paved.

my old country,

shows his heart.

Remember, dear mother,

remember, daddy,

that this is your country.