Trafika Europe 7 - Ukrainian Prayer

Noèlia Díaz Vicedo

6 (CANT I)

River that came to me without pity. The pity of the potatoes in the oven Of a crying child unborn. River. River served since childhood Row the happy waters that time has frozen Now, I am what they wanted me to be. I am just a piece of furniture. A body with no flowers

And not even that can I say. I cannot say I am a woman Giving birth is all I am worth, To whom do I go to ask about Love?

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