Perfect water - the dark wind braids the waves that grays birds.
'Ware the tree. Is this our destiny?
To join our hands at sea - and slowly sink, and slowly think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.
Do you know Jacques Cousteau when they said on the radio
That he hears bells in random order, deep beneath the perfect water?
Love! That is frightening, but still so inviting.
To drown inside a sound that lay so far underground.
And to think... And to think:
This is perfect water, passing over me.
To flow inside the spiral tide;
To drown my eyes like a blind ride.
within - dentro
where - dónde
waits - murga
spiral - espiral
sound - sonar
slowly - despacio
order - orden
mother - madre
think - pensar
seven - siete
daughter - hija
blocks - bloques
cross - cruzar
water - agua
bells - campanas
braids - trenzas
drown - ahogar
underground - subterráneo
stream - corriente
passing - paso
beneath - debajo
birds - aves
waves - olas
washing - lavado
random - aleatorio
black - negro
destiny - destino
blind - ciego
dream - sueño
strange - extraño
perfect - perfecto
floor - piso
frightening - aterrador
grays - grises
radio - radio
hears - escucha
cousteau - cousteau
hands - manos
inside - dentro
instrumental - instrumental
perils - peligros
inviting - atractivo
still - todavía
jacques - jacques
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