If life were like a mountain, did you, did you not fall?
I have missed you since I was five.
And I don't recall your eyes but your hands I do recall,
and I know how you smelt when you were alive.
You died - like we're all gonna go someday.
You died. I was five and I wish you'd stayed.
They say you crossed a river to touch God's hand
but I did not understand where he lived.
So I tried to write him letters - letters of demand,
saying "She's my sister - back you give her"
You died - like we're all gonna go someday.
You died. I was here and you went away.
I didn't see you die, I didn't see your casket.
Don't remember if I cried, but I never quite got past it.
You're fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple,
and all these memories - are they mine or other peoples?
When you died - like we're all gonna go someday,
I was five and I thought I could make you stay.
Если жизнь была похожа на горы, ты не упал?
Я скучала по тебе, так какмне было всего 5.
И я не помню твои глаза, но я помню твои руки,
и помню твой запах, когда ты был жив.
Ты умер - как и все мы собираемся сделать это когда-нибудь.
ты умер. Мне было пять лет, и я хотела бы быть с тобой.
Говорят, ты перешел реку коснулся рукой Бога, но я не понимаю, где он живет. Так что я пытался писать ему письма - письма вопросы,
говорив в них : "Она моя сестра - верни ее "
Ты умер - как и все мы собираемся сделать это когда-нибудь.
ты умер. Я была здесь, а ты ушел.
Я не видела как ты умрешь, я не видела вашей смерти.
Не помню кричала ли , но я никогда не прошла бы мимо.
ты хрупкий как пчела, и тощий, как колокольчик,
и все эти воспоминания - они мои или других народов?
Если вы умерли - как и все мы собираемся сделать это когда-нибудь,
Мне было пять лет, и я думала, что смогу заставить тебя остаться. If life were like a mountain, did you, did you not fall?
I have missed you since I was five.
And I do not recall your eyes but your hands I do recall,
and I know how you smelt when you were alive.
You died - like we're all gonna go someday.
You died. I was five and I wish you'd stayed.
They say you crossed a river to touch God's hand
but I did not understand where he lived.
So I tried to write him letters - letters of demand,
saying & quot; She's my sister - back you give her & quot;
You died - like we're all gonna go someday.
You died. I was here and you went away.
I did not see you die, I did not see your casket.
Do not remember if I cried, but I never quite got past it.
You're fragile like a bee, and skinny as a steeple,
and all these memories - are they mine or other peoples?
When you died - like we're all gonna go someday,
I was five and I thought I could make you stay.
If life was like the mountains, you will not fall?
I missed you so kakmne was only 5.
And I remember your eyes, but I remember your hands,
and I remember your scent when you were alive.
You are dead - as we all are going to do it someday.
you died. I was five years old, and I wanted to be with you.
They say you crossed the river touched the hand of God, but I do not know where he lives. So I tried to write him letters - the letters matters,
speaks in them: & quot; It is my sister - Bring her back & quot;
You are dead - as we all are going to do it someday.
you died. I've been here, and you're gone.
I do not see how you die, I did not see your death.
I do not remember screaming there, but I never would have passed by.
you fragile as a bee, and skinny, like a bell,
and all these memories - they're mine or other people?
If you are dead - as we all are going to do it someday,
I was five years old, and I thought I could make you stay. | |
