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 - entro
where - dove
waits - attese
spiral - spirale
sound - suono
slowly - lentamente
order - ordine
mother - madre
think - pensare
seven - sette
daughter - figlia
blocks - blocchi
cross - attraversare
water - acqua
bells - campane
braids - trecce
drown - annegare
underground - metropolitana
stream - ruscello
passing - passaggio
beneath - sotto
birds - uccelli
waves - onde
washing - lavaggio
random - casuale
black - nero
destiny - destino
blind - cieco
dream - sognare
strange - strano
perfect - perfezionare
floor - pavimento
frightening - spaventoso
grays - grigi
radio - radio
hears - sente
cousteau - cousteau
hands - mani
inside - dentro
instrumental - strumentale
perils - pericoli
inviting - invitante
still - ancora
jacques - jacques
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