The moon sonata
The version in the English language
Having waited for the weekly scoutship
She showed up into the bar of spaceport once a week.
Her name was Isabel - I think -
She had a look of goddess, in who's eyes you'd see extreme fatigue.
And having ordered a wineglass of Vin Santo*
She was waiting for the news about her honey;
She didn't finish drink and having left a blue banknote on a counter
She went quietly, though barman didn't want to take her money.
And everybody knew, she's waiting for Jose,
She couldn't have slept soundly for three long years;
He has being flying still somewhere in a starship's cell,
But lass couldn't forget him - she would not dare.
As other stalkers - he was wandering the worlds,
And his star life to time on earth he wouldn't change;
She hated all that cosmic mess - in other words -
La chica* wanted to breed the Martian horses on the ranch.
He didn't fly from his distant trips -
You wouldn't tie a space explorer like a trotter.
That's why a melancholy moon sonata sounds every week
For so many waiful planets' daughters.
Vin Santo - a kind of the Italian wine
La chica - a girl in the Spanish language
2021-05-07 03:23:12
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