Alright, here is the translation to the song from my previous journal entry (Yay for LEO and Babelfish):
Dobacaracol
"Strange"
I am the fire of the volcano
the heat of the desert
the spice of the earth
the gleam of the clear moon.
I have nothing but my heart
the immensity of the open sky
the freshness of the river
the anger of the typhoon
I am the love of a mother
the torments of the four winds
As they fall as they fall, the flakes of winter
they pile up in my head like all my contradictions
and my pearls of love lying in a dusty box
Strange, how I love you
strange, how I love you...
Wowouwowou
I am the sunlight
and the shiver of the fern
roughness of winter
the sweetness of honey
the madness manifested
the ephemeral sadness
the fear(?), of those who are not in the way.
Strange, how I love you...
Like the river I flow into the ocean of your thought
I will drink all the water of the sea
if that makes you love me
Hé ha Héé Doum Déa
Bare feet on the ground, plain and simple as yesterdays
Strange, how I love you
strange, how I love you...
Caught within the trap,
I listen to the drumming of the rain
I cry with the torrents escorting the suffering of others
Too many things running through my head at the same time all at once
but then again I know nothing more than that for you I will dig new furrows(?), ...melody of l'univers..
taditatatidadi
taditatatidadi
taditatatidadi
Wowowowo
Like the river I flow into the ocean of your thought
I will drink all the water of the sea
if that makes you love me
Hé ha Héé Doum Déa
Bare feet on the ground, plain and simple as yesterdays
Strange, how I love you (4x)
Like the river I flow into the ocean of your thought
I will make the sun move backwards in the sky to enjoy this sleep.
Hé ha Héé Doum Déa
Bare feet on the ground, plain and simple as yesterdays
Strange, how I love you (6x)
I love you!
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Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. ~Carl Sandburg
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