Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix.....Hunting Song.
*I found this text in the Biblioteque, Bologna, Italy.
Hungarian Winter-s Hunting Song, composed c.1956. The translation from the German is mine.
Hunting Song....
Feodor by name and FIRE in my breath, my family HONEST-live on the tundra. The Cossacks, the Stalin's, the Nazis cut us to the few and then the Jews parlied what was left standing. We stand, walking RUGS, yet fashion abounds when a young Buck comes, my daughters, a courting. We sing of the FIRELIGHT we sing of our Fame, we sing of Tomorrow, sometimes Yesterday, but we never forget to KEEP all who we ARE, a GAETANO, a traveller, ever more....
c2018,davedelacroix,vicola la marca,sciacca-sicily.
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