Poetry in spoken language # 51826
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Poems in spoken language. Poems by Jacques Prévert. Translated by Sigurður Pálsson.
The Prisoner's Song
Where are you going, you snobby prison guard?
With this key driven by blood
I'm going to release the prisoner.
The one I love
If it's not too late
The one I locked up
Gently cruelly
In the most secret recesses of my passion and desire
In the depths of torment
In the foolishness of hot strings
I'm going to release her from custody.
I want her to be free.
And forget me even
And even go away
And even come back
And love me again
Or love someone else
And if I'm alone
And she's gone.
Then it is the only
The only thing I will always have
In both palms of the hands
In memory of the last moment
The softness of her breasts shaped by love.
The Prisoner's Song
Where are you going, you snobby prison guard?
With this key driven by blood
I'm going to release the prisoner.
The one I love
If it's not too late
The one I locked up
Gently cruelly
In the most secret recesses of my passion and desire
In the depths of torment
In the foolishness of hot strings
I'm going to release her from custody.
I want her to be free.
And forget me even
And even go away
And even come back
And love me again
Or love someone else
And if I'm alone
And she's gone.
Then it is the only
The only thing I will always have
In both palms of the hands
In memory of the last moment
The softness of her breasts shaped by love.