Голодные игры
Chapter 18
Myfatherpulledmeinwiththatremarkablevoice-butIhaven’tsungmuchsincehedied.ExceptwhenPrimisverysick.ThenIsingherthesamesongsshelikedasababy.
Sing.Mythroatistightwithtears,hoarsefromsmokeandfatigue.ButifthisisPrim’s,Imean,Rue’slastrequest,Ihavetoatleasttry.Thesongthatcomestomeisasimplelullaby,onewesingfretful,hungrybabiestosleepwith,It’sold,veryoldIthink.Madeuplongagoinourhills.Whatmymusicteachercallsamountainair.Butthewordsareeasyandsoothing,promisingtomorrowwillbemorehopefulthanthisawfulpieceoftimewecalltoday.
Igiveasmallcough,swallowhard,andbegin:
Deepinthemeadow,underthewillow
Abedofgrass,asoftgreenpillow
Laydownyourhead,andcloseyoursleepyeyes
Andwhenagaintheyopen,thesunwillrise.
Hereit’ssafe,hereit’swarm
Herethedaisiesguardyoufromeveryharm
Hereyourdreamsaresweetandtomorrowbringsthemtrue
HereistheplacewhereIloveyou.
Rue’seyeshaveflutteredshut.Herchestmovesbutonlyslightly.Mythroatreleasesthetearsandtheyslidedownmycheeks.ButIhavetofinishthesongforher.
Deepinthemeadow,hiddenfaraway
Acloakofleaves,amoonbeamray
Forgetyourwoesandletyourtroubleslay
Andwhenagainit’smorning,they’llwashaway.
Hereit’ssafe,hereit’swarm
Herethedaisiesguardyoufromeveryharm
Thefinallinesarebarelyaudible.
Hereyourdreamsaresweetandtomorrowbringsthemtrue
HereistheplacewhereIloveyou.
