viennese - Popular Poems and stories from category

In Vienna there are ten little girls,a shoulder for death to cry on,and a forest of dried pigeons
There is a fragment of tomorrowin the museum of winter frost
There is a thousand-windowed dance hall
Ay, ay, ay, ay

A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze,una spalla dove piange la mortee un bosco di colombe disseccate
C'e' un frammento del mattinonel museo della brina
C'è un salone con mille vetrate
Ahi