Luyện nghe bài hát The Young Martyr

I
Your face underwater
its whiteness
Under the rays
And the going out
Of magnificent wounds
up of red your naked flesh

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

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

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

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

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