El llimoner [English translation]
El llimoner [English translation]
Voice of sea
Rice grains
The tree falls
cuts communications.
Brid's flights
over the bed.
Too much wind
sleeping pills.
When the light of my street
lights up the lemon tree
The sour words
make fast stories
Fire in the woods
nests of tea
Captains
abandoning their ship
When the letter reaches the port
when someone sends it to the same place
the peaceful times
seem minimal hours
When the light of my street
lights up the lemon tree
The sour words
make fast stories
Right in the middle of the strom
everyone dances in party clothes
and with an elegant smile.
The foggy spectacles
don't let us see fairies
nor the little road close to the sea
When the light of my street
lights up the lemon tree
The sour words
make fast stories
When the letter reaches the port
when someone sends it to the same place
the peaceful times
seem minimal hours
- Artist:Blaumut