The Sailor From Liverpool Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

Sir, you said you were a sailor from Liverpool.

Isn't your raised sail for me below the moon?

Your eyes are as blue as the sky at noon.

Goodbye my home town!

My last hugs to you.

My sailor, raise your sail in my life's room.

Though autumn rains are cool

This autumn breeze will join us very soon.

Hello Liverpool!

You sent me a sailor from your magic pool.

Sir, you said a fish once talked to you.

I know, my sailor, it was true.

The fish with my message swam to you.

Let me say goodbye to my home town soon.

Let me say hello to Liverpool.