Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Martyr

I
Your face underwater
Admiring its
the moon rays
And the life out
Of magnificent wounds
Wraps up of red your flesh

On your pearly nails, the subdued
under water in a deep silence
And your veins, in a network
Draw on skin tree roots

You who sleep for
In cold shroud
the disgrace fall on
Your misfortune

Which for its crime
Your suicided
And on its face
An accusing

You, who for ever
In your shroud
Shall the fall on
Your holy

dark hair, as an oil slick
Stays on the surface, to sink
It tries to make believe of a hope
It dances on the waves, unlifed,