It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Ooh I It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Ooh I
I will wade out Till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth and leap into the ripe air Alive with closed eyes to dash
I'm born, stubborn, me and will always be Before you count one, two, three I will, grown my own Private branch of this tree You gardener, you discipliner
If there is a troubadour washing, it is he If there is a man about town, it is he If there is one to be sought, it is he If there are nine she's, they
Tłumaczenie: Bjork. Vespertine.
: Who would have known That a boy like him Would have entered me lightly Restoring my blisses Who would have known That a boy like him After sharing
: Through the warmthest Cord of care Your love was sent to me I'm not sure What to do with it Or where to put it I'm so close to tear And so close
: I wake up And the day feels Broken I tilt my head I'm trying to get an angle 'Cause the evening I've always longed for It could still happen How do
: It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Oh I It's not meant to be a strife It's not meant to be a struggle uphill Oh
: (Instrumental)
: (Original from : Console - Rocket In The Pocket : Crabcraft) I have a recurrent dream Everytime I loose my voice I swallow little glowing lights My
: If there is a troubador washing It is he If there is a man about town It is he If there is one to be sought It is he If there are nine she is They
: One hand love the other So much on me Born stubborn me Will always be Before you count One two three I will have grown my own private branch Of this
: Pedalling through The dark currents I find An accurate copy A blueprint Of the pleasure In me Swirling black lilies totally ripe A secret code carved
: (From the poem "Wade" by E.E. Cummings) I will wade out Till my thighs are steeped In burning flowers I will take the sun in my mouth And leap into
: Treading The glacier head Looking hard for Moments of shine From twilight To twilight Ahhhhh... Utter mundane Aurora Goddess sparkle Shoot me Beyond
: She touched My arm And smiled One of these days Soon Very soon Love you 'til then Love you 'til then Feel my breath On your neck And your heart Will