Pocket Translator
I'll be your pocket translatorTo fly around the world with youHalving the tall sky with an axMy heart trembles in the box
The curtain swaysAs the light dances
I'll raise up your nobilityAnd I want to see them all being shamefulEven though nobody knows usEverywhere we go there are friends present
From within those crowdsIn the town you were born inSomeone will sing a song connected to itStill breaths roughen upOn the other side of the phone
The many stories present in the worldAre breathless like a stuffed animalOnce before with the machine you lovedI tried to blow life back into it
But no one will lend me their ears
From within those crowdsIn the town you were raised inSomeone will sing a song connected to itWhich is already over here
Where did you go?You only left a few words behindWhere did you disappear off to?Only giving rise to the windWhere did you go?
From within those crowdsIn the town you were raised inSomeone will sing a song lost to itStill breaths roughen upFrom within those crowdsIn the town you were born inI will sing that song connected to itIf I look through the binocularsI'll see you over there
Within the plane I'm flying inYou are laying down in a first class seatI'm fueled by all the happy momentsAnd fighting against the sad momentsThe sadness won't endBecause that it won't end is sad in itselfI'll be your pocket translatorTo fly around the world with youIt's sad, it's sad, it's sadBut it's sometimes happy