I'll Always Remember Those Words of Yours

This is a poem by susher a, a song donisti of this translation. It's its title to the tune a mortal by the river. And it goes on drinking at night on the old east slope, adrift or drowning in wine,. Then heading home at what i thought was midnight. The boy's asleep. His snores a distant murmur. Nothing stirs to greet my knocking. I'll always remember those words of yours. When shall i give up my plans and pretensions? As dawn draws near, when the wind has dropped and the waves settled, a small boat might leave this place with all that's left of me by river to the ocean.