Split, brown-blue clouds are over me,
And brown-blue mist is also
Over the little hills of my sprawling moods
And under the pale blue revery of my soul. . . .
Split, brown-blue clouds are over me,
And brown-blue mist is also
Over the little hills of my sprawling moods
And under the pale blue revery of my soul. . . .
Yet the hills are covered with shouting goat-herds
To whom the mist and revery is nothing.
Nuvens castanhas e azuis se dividem sobre mim
E a névoa marrom-azul também é
Sobre as pequenas colinas dos meus humores espalhados
E sob o pálido devaneio azul da minha alma. . . .
No entanto, as colinas estão cobertas de rebanhos de cabra gritando
Para quem a névoa e o devaneio não são nada.
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