Tomorrow at dawn, when the fields infiltrate white,
Sighted backpacker. I'm sure I feel your eagerness to see me,
I will take a forest road and a mountain road
We cannot tolerate your patience forever,
I will go with my eyes not leaving my
thoughts,
My vision will not be distracted, nor will my hearing be heard.
Lonely, strange, bumpy back, clenched hands,
Sad, my day goes like night,
And when the golden night goes crazy, he will not turn to him
Nor to boats waving from far towards Harflore,
And when I arrive, I will lay on your grave,
A bouquet of glamorous bridesmaids and flowering heather.
~ * ~
Sighted backpacker. I'm sure I feel your eagerness to see me,
I will take a forest road and a mountain road
We cannot tolerate your patience forever,
I will go with my eyes not leaving my
My vision will not be distracted, nor will my hearing be heard.
Lonely, strange, bumpy back, clenched hands,
Sad, my day goes like night,
And when the golden night goes crazy, he will not turn to him
Nor to boats waving from far towards Harflore,
And when I arrive, I will lay on your grave,
A bouquet of glamorous bridesmaids and flowering heather.
~ * ~
Tomorrow at dawn
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