You leave your memory as a flame to my lonely lamp of separation
Poem by Rabindranath Tagore
By Emiliana Torrini
He came with the breeze, she told everyone In the cold she would hold him and sing a song Sweet little Anna, singing her sad, sad song To her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet
The days went by until one little night With this one little moon hanging in its black Sweet little Anna, whispered her goodnight song In the ear of the boy who giggled so sweet
"My baby, my beauty, my boy, my baby, What is your favourite song of all songs? Sweet baby, my love, my darling, my baby Forever your rosie lips won't turn blue
I won't let nights hurt you, I won't let them take you Take my hand and we'll run up that tree
I won't let days hurt you, I wont let them break you If so my little heart will die, if so my tears will freeze and turn grey"
He just stared in her hardworking arms, His rosie little lips had turned blue Sweet little Anna, chanted her goodnight song, for her beautiful boy that giggled so sweet
"My baby, my beauty........ "
They took the boy who giggled so sweet Frozen grey tears glanced on her cheek And the goodnight song, she never stopped singing Danced from her lips, down the dark grey street
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