The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
I want to cross this lake,
But some of the rocks I step on will bite.
I want to cross this lake,
To the one wicked tree on the other side;
Leafless and howling with the wolves at night.
The mountains stay inverted in these waters,
Insects tickle these waters with the needle feet they stand on.
I wanted to cross this lake,
But now I just want to stay here
And admire all the beauty I can see.
I'll say it's because I want to live in a simple way.
But I think they know..
I want to cross this lake,
But some of the rocks I step on will bite.
So I'll stay here
And keep admiring the beauty that stays.
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