Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Martyr

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

On pearly nails, the subdued light
Gleam under water in a deep
And veins, in a complexe network
Draw on your skin roots

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

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

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

Your dark hair, as an oil
Stays on the surface, refusing to
It to make believe of a last hope
It on the waves, unlifed, unlifed