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“Little white fisherman’s boat, why are you decorated?”
- “His mother has decorated me, and she sends me into the black earth.”
- “Don’t cover me, sky; don’t press me, soil; because I am not done enjoying my
youth yet”
- “Which sky, which sea, which fountain doesn’t turn dark? Which mother loses
her child and doesn’t melt from sorrow?”
[Oh boy I’m not sure who says what to whom here. It seems somebody asks the
boat; the boat answers, and then the dead fisherman asks the sky and the earth
not to be buried, and then somebody makes the general remark that the entire
nature mourns the guy and a mother whose child dies will melt from sorrow. I
left the word construction as close to the original as possible.]
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