Original Title: "Mortlaine"
Text: Louis Georges Carrier
Year: 1958
My drowned of infinite
My drowned of sorrow
My big paradise
My beautiful Deadwool
Her quail feet on the strand
Her ivory arms in the sea,
Her hair of water, wet with dreams,
Her body bathed with eternity
My drowned of infinite
My drowned of sorrow
My big paradise
My beautiful Deadwool
By the slow masts of the breeze
The sand would make castles
Near my beauty who sinks
Like a mast of a lost ship
My drowned of infinite
My drowned of sorrow
My big paradise
My beautiful Deadwool
The fishermen in their white boats
All full with blue fishes
Will maybe come back on Sunday
To brush the silent banks
My drowned of infinite
My drowned of sorrow
My big paradise
My beautiful Deadwool
Their steps like sounds of harp
Will dance the joy of the returns
While over there a scarf
Will florish the night sand
My drowned of infinite
My drowned of sorrow
My big paradise
My beautiful Deadwool
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