LEARNING YOUR TONGUE
I dug your language at Vladivostok.
Getting too close to Korea, I started
to fear. All that Trans-Siberian
Railroad stuff kept me in stitches:
that stern Russian tongue, those
beautiful girls stiffing their lips
to curl at their nose just to say
'If you are from another land,
if you would love me, I could
make you very happy if you
would take me away.' Anyway
that's how I translated it - the train
guide said I was close, but also 'they
are really eastern whores dressing
right here for your silent masquerade.'
I dug your language at Vladivostok.
Getting too close to Korea, I started
to fear. All that Trans-Siberian
Railroad stuff kept me in stitches:
that stern Russian tongue, those
beautiful girls stiffing their lips
to curl at their nose just to say
'If you are from another land,
if you would love me, I could
make you very happy if you
would take me away.' Anyway
that's how I translated it - the train
guide said I was close, but also 'they
are really eastern whores dressing
right here for your silent masquerade.'
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