sexta-feira, 20 de abril de 2018

''Is this mystery unfolding as a wind floating?''

Les Jours où je n'existe pas (Fitoussi, 2002)

 Polish Poem  
by Chrysta Bell & David Lynch (Inland Empire OST, 2006) 

I sing this poem to you. 
On the other side, I see. 
Shall you wait, glowing? 
It's far away, far away from me. 
I can see that... I can see that... 
 The wind blows outside and I have no breath, 
I breathe again and know I'll have to live. 
To forget my world is ending,
 I have to live. 
I hear my heart beat, fluttering in pain, saying something, 
tears are coming to my eyes, I cry...I cry...
 I cannot feel the warmth of the sun, 
I cannot hear the laughter, 
choking with every thought. 
I see the faces, my hands are tied as I wish, 
but, no one comes... no one comes... 
 Where are you? Where are you? 
What will make me want to live? 
What will make me want to love? 
Tell me...tell me... 
I sing this poem to you, to you. 
Is this mystery unfolding as a wind floating? 
Something is coming true, the dream of an innocent child. 
 Something is happening, something is happening...

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