Showing posts with label Bells From The Deep. Show all posts
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Saturday, 18 September 2021

Y Y Y

Bells From The Deep - Werner Herzog



“I used to be a Movie-Projectionist — 
Now I ring The Bells.

I grew up in an orphanage.
When I was 2, They put me 
in a children’s home 
because someone had 
found me on The Street.

Now I am glad I can 
make people happy with My Art.

The People •need• 
The Sound of The Bells.

My Name is 
Yuri Yuravich Yuraev —

The first people that looked after me 
at The Orphanage told me 
I had given MYSELF that name.

When they asked My Name,
My First Name, 
My Middle Name,
My Family Name,
I always answered “Yuri”.

and so they called me,
‘The Three Yous’.

From that day to this, 
I still wonder Who I am, and 
What Happened to My Parents.

I never knew them,
and would give anything 
in The World to meet them.

I was born in 1944 when 
The War was still on — 
The War, or more probably 
The Stalin Repressions 
were the reason why I lost My Parents.

Ever since I keep looking for them, 
but all in vain.

The only entries in My Passport 
are The Year and Place of My Birth, 
the town of Muron; but there is no record there 
of anyone that might be My Parents."