To all of them

Daduk – D’est en Ouest

To all the people I’ve forgotten,

And then…

A long way ago, or, a

short spell before,

I had been a careless man.

But now,

would I feel the majesty?

Could I spare the time?

I keep among this drifting foam,

upon the tired sea.

Magdalene above me.

Oh how I am vain.

I was in the bushes,

and you were on the mountainside.

And you did shout your name.