Phong Nguyen - William Carlos Williams’s “The Widow's Lament in Springtime” [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Sorrow is my own yard
Where the new grass
Flames as it has flamed
Often before but not
With the cold fire
That closes round me this year
Thirtyfive years
I lived with my husband
The plumtree is white today
With masses of flowers
Masses of flowers
Load the cherry branches
And color some bushes
Yellow and some red
But the grief in my heart
Is stronger than they
For though they were my joy
Formerly, today I notice them
And turn away forgetting
Today my son told me
That in the meadows
At the edge of the heavy woods
In the distance, he saw
Trees of white flowers
I feel that I would like
To go there
And fall into those flowers
And sink into the marsh near them