Текст песни Элиот Томас Стернз - Пепелная среда

For I do not hope to go back
For I do not hope
For I do not hope to return
No faces, no movement, no hum,
In the wet gloom of a sparked span
Which looks like an old man’s toothless mouth
And the toothy mouth of a decrepit shark.
I will not warm myself with talent and heat
And I seek not to aspire to heights in impotence.
For I know that time is always time
And that place is always and only one place
And I pray that I forget
All that my soul fought for too long
For my wings cannot be matched by more
Soar into the sky like birds
In the decrepit sky, small and dry
Much smaller and drier than decrepit will
Teach us attention and indifference
Teach us peace.
Though I do not hope to return again
Though I do not hope
Though I do not hope to return