Trafika Europe 6 - Arabesque

lyrics & poems

The quartet of ladies has finally arrived To the room full of resonance Of the resonance that on Sundays is inviting God In prison We are in the prayer room It is here we’re going to be lost In soliloquies and swirls In whispers of endless words Only several droplets… It is here we’re going to end up. In the room of the Lord, we’ll be truly inspired Aren’t we women imprisoned? The quartet of ladies has finally arrived The clock shows almost nine They are here early Sitting, as if waiting on Sunday for a bus Will it come Will it not? I was also too early Only several steps from them, so I believe

We were waiting for each other with the patience of teen girls Whose trembling hearts gave away the emerging rebellion We were wise, overwhelmed, even prior to our encounter. They were four, in my quartet of ladies Seventy-five, forty-seven, about thirty and twenty-one-years- old Greetings, my ladies, for months I’ve been waiting for you I am happy to meet you, for there’s a lot I have to learn.

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