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The night of the hippogriph III
tout sauf ton coeur
the wind blew in the orchard of golden apples
and fell sick before sunrise
only a grain of sand was enough
to make the unicorn invisible
except for its heart
the eyes of the archaeopteryx
always reflect the mundane image
of seas from the sky
while the hippogryph
tired of being alone
sleeps with wings unfolded ahead
every night lifts sand dunes
and leaves the story of unknown journeys
to the one wearing a single eye
in the crown of the head
once upon a time
there was a hippogryph on a rock
and this view is not given to just anyone
tout sauf ton coeur = everything but your heart
(translated into English by Luminita Suse)
tout sauf ton coeur
the wind blew in the orchard of golden apples
and fell sick before sunrise
only a grain of sand was enough
to make the unicorn invisible
except for its heart
the eyes of the archaeopteryx
always reflect the mundane image
of seas from the sky
while the hippogryph
tired of being alone
sleeps with wings unfolded ahead
every night lifts sand dunes
and leaves the story of unknown journeys
to the one wearing a single eye
in the crown of the head
once upon a time
there was a hippogryph on a rock
and this view is not given to just anyone
tout sauf ton coeur = everything but your heart
(translated into English by Luminita Suse)
