Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Martyr

I
Your face underwater
its whiteness
Under the moon
And the life out
Of your magnificent
up of red your naked flesh

On your nails, the subdued light
Gleam water in a deep silence
And your veins, in a network
Draw on your tree roots

You who sleep for
In your shroud
Shall the disgrace on
Your holy

Which for its crime
suicided spirit
And on its face
An appearance

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

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