Steppeulvene - Til Nashet
~~ROUGH TRANSLATION~~
My beloved now I have come back
from a crazy trip to the Middle East
I bring gold from the mosques’ rooftops
and precious silk from the Mediterranean coast
I’ve hitchhiked ten thousand miles
my voice is intense as blown trumpets
let me kneel before your bedazzled foot
and give you a lotus lip kiss
My beloved smell my Afghan jacket
embroidered with icicles from Gülhane
when we have laughed then we shall talk
your black hair is dripping beautifully from your forehead
it’s hard to breathe when we finally meet
and bark of happiness as small Pekingese dogs
let me kneel before your bedazzled foot
and give you a lotus lip kiss
My loved when we try to remember
what did we do since we are doing so wonderfully ?
In the archive stacks of books
whispers ink to the sheets: ‘I am loving you dearly”
like lilies that cradles to rest in a field
I want to be picked by the wind that lives in your garden
let me kneel before your bedazzled foot
and give you a lotus lip kiss
My love now I must hurry
we both have lots of circles to take care of
next time I need to rest
I will see you again and one day I will pray
that you will make us more than we are
the sky dress the deep green berries
let me kneel before your bedazzled foot
and give you a lotus lip kiss
The Tallest Man on Earth - King of Spain:
I never knew I was a lover,
Just cause I steal the things you hide,
Just cause I focus while we’re dancing,
Just cause I offered you a ride.
Still I am not from Barcelona,
I am not even from Madrid.
I am a native of the North folk
And that can mess up any kid.
Well if you could reinvent my name,
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.
And I will settle in Pamplona
And I’ll provoke the bulls with words
And then I’ll send a man to meet them all
Blood is fake, so I have heard.
And all the senoritas sighing,
Will be the fountain of my lies.
But while we’re floating in siestas
You search for bottles and for knives.
Well if you could reinvent my name,
Well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.
And I wear my boots of Spanish leather
Oh while I’m tightening my crown.
I’ll disappear in some flamenco
Perhaps I’ll reach the other side.
Why are you stabbing my illusion?
Just cause I stole some eagle’s wings
Because you named me as your lover
Well, I thought I could be anything.
Well if you could reinvent my name,
well if you could redirect my day,
I wanna be the King of Spain.
(Source: me-we)
