Monday, January 02, 2006

Aπ'την αρχή ( ξανά ! )


Spring came far too early this year:
May flowers blooming in February.
Should I be sad for the months,or glad for the sky?

The birds don't know which way to sing and,
my friends,neither do I.

Two days ago, a girl I truly thought I loved
suddenly didn't seem to matter at all.
Should I sing sad farewell to things I'm really glad I've left behind?

The birds don't know which way to sing and,
my friends,neither do I.

In another day, heavy snow will lie upon the ground,
and buds prematurely bloom shall fail;
And every creature living now, then will surely die...

The birds don't know which way to sing and,
my friends,neither do I.

The birds don't know if it's time yet to fly,
and they don't know which way to go and,
my friend,neither do I.

Neither do I.
Neither do I.
Neither do I.





Λόγια : Peter Hammill " The Birds"
Eικόνα : εγώ ( with a little help from my birds )

5 Comments:

Blogger πολυβιος said...

ωραίοι στίχοι.

9:15 PM  
Blogger Juanita La Quejica said...

Αυτός ο κουμπάρος, πόσο ανόητος που τα ξέχασε όλα, τα έκλεισε σε ένα πατάρι, τον Peter, την Alice και τα άλλα παιδιά...

12:03 AM  
Blogger landlord45 said...

Και γι αυτό το πατάρι έχει γράψει ο Πέτρος.
Ωραίοι στίχοι πράγματι..

9:50 AM  
Blogger Katerina ante portas said...

Μου αρέσει που μας βάζετε να "ψαχτούμε"! Νομίζω ότι την -κάτι σαν- απάντηση την δίνει ο ίδιος, απο το Aquarian:
"Lighting the path, righting the past,
fighting the dark like centurions,
writing our names as Aquarians!"

5:16 AM  
Blogger landlord45 said...

Ψαξ'το Κατερίνα.Σκάψε-σκάψε θα τη βρούμε παρέα την άκρη :-)

9:58 PM  

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