Waiting For My Ruca
long to live like the wind upon the water.
If we close our eyes, we'll maybe realize
there's more to life than what we have known.
And I can't believe I've spent so long
living lies I know were wrong inside,
I've just begun to see the light.
Long ago there was a dream,
had to make a choice or two.
Leaving all I loved behind,
for what nobody knew.
Stepped out on the stage, a life
under lights and judging eyes.
Now the applause has died and I
can dream again...
Is there anybody listening?
Is there anyone that sees what's going on?
spiracles, the
la lumiere des jours
d'automne qui pene
tre irremediablement
et sans violence
la lumiere d'automne
fragile dans son incandescence
elle brille comme
une force qui decoiffe l'ame
la lumiere des jours
d'automne etale
les ombres du plus qu elles puissent se rependre
la lumiere d'automne
qui aspire a la transcendance
elle eblouit comme
une force qui decoiffe l'ame
la lumiere des jours
d'automne qui pene
tre irremediablement
et sans violence
la lumiere d'automne
fragile dans son incandescence
elle brille comme
une force qui decoiffe l'ame
The Spiracles (translation)
The light of autumn days
Penetrating irreparably and without violence
The autumn light, delicate in its white-hot heat
It glows like a force which moves the soul
The light of autumn days puts the darker shadows on display that can
recapture themselves
The autumn light that aspires to transcendence,
It dazzles like a force that moves the soul.