“There Lives a Nightingale” by Sevastian Volkov

THERE LIVES A NIGHTINGALE

Sevastian Volkov

There lives a nightingale who loves a woman for her food he admires her, what he cannot eat for her hair he admires her, what he cannot feel underneath his little feet.

She told him to become a man, that she would give him all that grows in her garden to be loved by a person who watches her so.

The nightingale flew to the house of a witch; she turned him into a man. He didn’t like the taste of bread and his hair was finer than hers He told her about the dark sky but she didn’t understand.

There lives a woman who loves a nightingale a nightingale that lives in the branches and oh, how softly he sings