Tuesday, October 31, 2006

translation

by Lhasa De Sela, from her CD, The Living Road:

The Border

Today I return to the border
I have to cross over again
It's the wind that commands me
and pushes me to the border
and erases the path
which disappears behind

I drag myself beneath the sky
and the clouds of winter
It's the wind that commands them
and no one can stop them
Sometimes they fight without mercy
sometimes they dance
and sometimes ... nothing

Today I cross the border
beneath the sky
beneath the sky
It's the wind that commands me
beneath the iron sky
I am the black point that wanders
on the outskirts of luck

1 Comments:

Blogger clairesgarden said...

thankyou for that Kati, its really nice.

5:18 AM  

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