I fell down in that hole again
I am a lump of jelly
I am a dead fish
I look up at the blue sky
And I know that it's just
A temporary dive
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sitting on the cold dirt floor
I want to finish the counting of days on the walls
I build a ladder from broken wish bones
And square-shaped stones
That my friends threw down in the hole
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
And even though I read maps to avoid them
They change location every day
And somehow all of my traces they vanish
But shall one stay put
Shall one lay low
Shall one not go
Just to avoid this hole
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander whileLooking at the sun
I am a lump of jelly
I am a dead fish
I look up at the blue sky
And I know that it's just
A temporary dive
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sitting on the cold dirt floor
I want to finish the counting of days on the walls
I build a ladder from broken wish bones
And square-shaped stones
That my friends threw down in the hole
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
And even though I read maps to avoid them
They change location every day
And somehow all of my traces they vanish
But shall one stay put
Shall one lay low
Shall one not go
Just to avoid this hole
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander while
Looking at the sun
Sometimes we tip toe
Sometimes we run
Sometimes we wander whileLooking at the sun
Una zambullida temporal de Ane Brun
Caí en este agujero otra vez; soy un pedazo de gelatina, soy un pez muerto. Busco en el cielo azul y entonces sé que esto es sólo una zambullida temporal. A veces caminamos suavemente, a veces corremos, a veces vagamos mientras miramos el sol. A veces caminamos suavemente, a veces corremos, a veces vagamos mientras miramos el sol. Sentarse sobre el frío piso de tierra; quiero terminar el cálculo de los días sobre los muros, construir una escalera de deseosos huesos rotos y piedras cuadradas para que mis amigos las arrojen en el agujero. A veces caminamos suavemente, a veces corremos, a veces vagamos mientras miramos el sol. A veces caminamos suavemente, a veces corremos, a veces vagamos mientras miramos el sol. Incluso aunque yo leo los mapas para evitarlos, ellos cambian la ubicación cada día y en algún lugar de todos mis rastros ellos se desvanecen pero podría alguno quedarse quieto, podría alguno permanecer abajo y no irse sólo para evitar este agujero? A veces caminamos suavemente, a veces corremos, a veces vagamos mientras miramos al sol. A veces caminamos suavemente, a veces corremos, a veces vagamos mientras miramos el sol.
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