Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Martyr

I
heavenly face underwater
Admiring its
Under the rays
And the going out
Of your magnificent
up of red your naked flesh

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

You who sleep for
In your shroud
Shall the fall on
Your misfortune

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

You, who for ever
In your cold
Shall the fall on
Your misfortune

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