Monday 8 September 2008

words that make me cry

As i entered another nostalgia period, i remebered a song i used to love very much but rarely listen. Problem with the song us that it always brought tears to my eyes. I translated it... after a bit of a weeping session. Again it can't possibly be anywhere near it's original (considering it's a song which is supposed to be listened to, rather than read), but it's probably better than nothing.

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Best Song about Love

So now, sit down and listen -
He never wanted her to weep,
He didn’t want to hurt her feelings –
Thus making her afraid to sleep…

On weekends he bought her candies,
Pointed out the lines on her hand
But most of all he used to enjoy
Calling her by her name.

She was about thirty six
When he very quietly died,
She didn’t even get a chance to dial
His simple number one last time…

Then, for the first time, she bought him flowers –
Two perfectly white lilies,
As a sign that nobody has ever
Called her by her name like he’s.

And she was seventy six,
When she herself has passed away.
No, she wasn’t scared of death,
Rather, she’s always awaited that day.

She used to, you know, sit by the window,
And watch the blue sky, as if her only aim
In life was to die and meet him there,
So that he could again call her by name.

And, if you look at it, it was an absurd life
But then again, can you really blame
Them, sitting on a cloud with dangling legs
And calling each other by name.

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