Текст песни Артюр Рембо - Праздник голода

Holiday hunger

Hunger, my Anna, Anna,
Hurtling donkey unceasingly.

Well, if I accept,
So it's only rock and earth.
Ding-ding-ding, there will be rocks,
Air, carbon and metals.

Hunger, lace! Come,
Hunger is great!
And to bring the field
Yad dodder.

Eat
Broken boulders mountains
The old stones of the cathedral,
Grey valleys boulders
Eat in a hungry time.

Hunger is my - black air,
Xin that is torn apart,
All this - in the stomach cramps,
This - my misfortune.

There was foliage, sparkling;
The flesh of the fruit softer wool.
I am in the bosom of collecting fields
Violets and lettuce.

Hunger, my Anna, Anna,
Hurtling donkey unceasingly