Δευτέρα, 7 Ιουνίου 2010

THIS LITTLE BIRD



κρατώ στα χέρια μου τη μικρή μου καρδιά
για να της διηγηθώ την ιστορία μου
κι αυτή γρήγορα χτυπάει
άστατα, ανυπόμονα
τρυφερά και μόνο με ήχους κι αναστεναγμούς
τη σκέψη μου ακολουθεί

there's a little bird that somebody sends

down to the earth to live on the wind.
borne on the wind and he sleeps on the wind
this little bird that somebody sends.

he's light and fragile and feathered sky blue,
so thin and graceful the sun shines through.
this little bird who lives on the wind,
this little bird that somebody sends.

he flies so high up in the sky
out of reach of human eye.
and the only time that he touches the ground
is when that little bird
is when that little bird
is when that little bird dies.