prayer

I said: father, there are not enough trees around to build your boat. This one is mine, and I grew fond of it.

I travelled round and round until the whale of time has swallowed me a thousand times and only once I’ve had the chance to come  around and I’ m the only one left here to tell the story and there’s nobody to tell it to though, so…

It’s once again my turn to go

Chorus:

it’s our time again

to go

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2 Responses to prayer

  1. Agnusstick says:

    Dacă în prima poză nu e un călugăr franciscan cu spatele spre noi, având pe umărul stâng un pelican sau albatros şi în creştet pe nepoţelul lui Iona uitându-se spre NW cu mâinile înălţate spre cer, mă las de hermeneutică!

  2. sam says:

    Nu te lăsa!
    Ai tradus perfect. O mică adăugire: nu știm dacă Iona a fost însurat așa că putem presupune că ar fi nepotul după soră/frate

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