Tomaž Pengov - Danaja
From the album Odpotovanja (1973)
Danaja
Mirno je v stolpu,
pod krilatim večerom čakanja,
le ona bedi in posluša,
ko veter preroško pozvanja,
in sanja.
Danaja, Danaja
Ptice so tihe,
in konji bežijo v ravnino.
Že to noč bo dež na oboku,
puščica napetemu loku,
in harfa zvoku.
Danaja, Danaja.
Zjutraj jo bratje,
odgrnejo slepo in spečo,
z nevidno toplino ob strani,
in drobno kapljo na dlani,
hlapečo.
Danaja, Danaja.
Danaja
It is peaceful in the tower,
under the winged waiting dusk,
only she lays awake and listens,
as the wind prophetically beckons,
and dreams.
Danaja, Danaja.
The birds make no sound,
the horses fleeing into the plains.
Tonight the rain upon the arch,
will be the arrow to a drawn bow
and the harp to sound itself.
Danaja, Danaja.
In the morning her brothers,
uncover her blinded with slumber,
with an invisible warmth by her side,
and a tiny drop in her palm,
slowly turning to vapour.
Danaja, Danaja.