Speaking In Tongues
Guided by Voices

Konstantin Lipskerov

Translated by Sofronyi Petroff

Perhaps, its just a cruel children

Wicked children of the cruel god

Sat down to play for a while.

They've built the earth and the road in heaven

But we live in our daylight

And think it's all serious, we have no doubt.

Perhaps, when we love and when get hurt, --

Its just some lord's daughters

Are thrusting, one by one,

Half joking and involuntary,

Their long needles, by which

They're embroidering midnights with the starmarks.

So can't we play a little in our misfortune and joy

While someone laughs at our moans and weepings?

Just look at the moon:

Oh what a ball

For the barefoot god?

1915