through blowing

Without
roofing
on the
return home
unexpected
Departure
the travel bag
to the
ears
flying
beat

Between
the passengers
on the
benches
a big one
from the wind
through blowing
not read
book

Come quello

Come voleva un bambino
la fuga
sul mare

E lo ha fatto

Nessun desiderio
casa
il caldo
il campo

Una comunità
la mi

Me Me
come qualcuno
nessun apprezzamento
riconosciuto

E venne
ma di nuovo
indietro

Perché il mondo
nient'altro
vuole

Come quello
che io
nell'essere
dove sono
nel mio
Lo sono

As that

As a child wanted
I flee
across the sea

And did it

No yearning
home
the heat
the field

A community
me

Me myself
as a somebody
no appreciation
acknowledged

And came
yet again
back

Because world
nothing else
want

As that
that I
in being
where I am
in my
existence am

sonder dak

sonder
dak
op die
terugkeer huis toe
onverwagte
uitgang
die reis sak
rondom die
ore
vlieg
klop

tussen
die passasiers
op die
bankies
'n groot een
van die wind af
deur te blaas
nie gelees nie
boek

bod yno

Ynom ni
yw'r
dweud
bob un

llais
un
enaid
yn y
hanes
yr amser
gan fod
gan ddechrau
o'r byd

ei sibrwd
ym mhob un
anadl
yr ymdeimlad
bod yno
llawn

The voice

In us
is that
Say
each

The voice
the one
soul
in the
history
the time
since
beginning
from world

her whisper
at each
breath
the sense
from being
full

en el firmamento

El hombre se para
con todo
en el
propio
Pies en la basura

Desesperado a menudo
porque nadie sabe
ahí dentro
el mejor consejo

Las estrellas en el
el universo
el mas pequeño
la nada
siendo
su existencia
no brillan
sólo en el firmamento

only in the sky

Man often stands
with all
on the
own
Feet in the rubbish

Desperate often
because nobody knows
in there
the better advice

The stars in it
the universe
the smallest
the nothing
being
his existence
they do not shine
only in the sky