天上的星星不说话,可是却在唱歌。 晚风卷过尘埃时,不二回想起那首诗。 I like for you to be still
I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you It seems as though your eyes had flown away And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul You emerge from the things, filled with my soul You are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams And you are like the word Melancholy
I like for you to be still, and you seem far away It sounds as though you are lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove And you hear me from far away, and my voice does not reach you Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you wieh your silence That is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid
I like for you to be still, it is as though you are absent Distant and full of sorrow, as though you had died One word then, one smile is enough And I am happy, happy that it’s not true.