The Tree
The tree has been careless
Not wanting to be in a place for so long
It has forgotten what it waited for
For centuries
Las raíces han sido afuera en el sol
Burning scarlet forgetfulness into the very
esencias de la cultura
The youth
se pudren
Without the nourishment of the roots that anchor them against the
Beautifully wicked roar of the azure sea
Las sirenas se llaman
Sticky sweet soprano song
Matando los sonidos de mis ancienos
antes que la musica se penetra las orejas
The guidance is gone
The leaves are defenseless, curled up in
Twisted ideas of direction
Listening to the golden notes in the air
Beckoning them to the sweet sound of
destruction
It can only hold out for so long
Until the plunge
Sin las raíces
Las hojas no pueden estirar
a los cielos
la piel no puede respirar
la fuerza del pasado
ha desaparecido con el Sol
Escuche el viento, la madre se llora
las lágrimas devoran los cielos
El futuro viene rápidamente como un huracán
Tirando, tirando
It can only hold out for so long
Until the plunge
(to Spanish Speakers, I gladly welcome some grammer help! I know there are
some mistakes so please, dish it out!)
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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