It's time

[alpunchik]

They’ll never tell whether you were a victor in those fights,

Sounds of violin cloaked you like a veil,

And maybe it’s good that you had the scale.

Wounded heart, sharp arrows,

The boat was going along the fjords and narrows,

You didn’t know and even didn’t feel,

You went deaf and didn’t hear the peal.

Make a step, spring is following you,

The grass is wet with cold morning dew,

The sun is singing there, behind the hills,

It’s time to wake up and go to the mills…

Alla Pimm