Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
Last Waltz In Genoa - Poem by Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello
An der shonen blauen Donau und vor dem grossen tor,
In Paris, an American one is in search of a mom.
The little diabolical statues are on the top of Notre Dame.
The Seine flows in the dark, the coffee flows in the big cups.
The Genoa's lighthouse stands out against the bare mount.
Paul watches the Jeanne's back and the Ceasar's blood pours out.
The divine blood is the link with your father,
Paul can not become the Jeanne's mother.
The major woman steals the ways,
Paul keeps their way for the Jeanne's deep eyes.
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