Información de la canción En esta página puedes leer la letra de la canción Sister Self de - Alela Diane. Canción del álbum The Pirate's Gospel, en el género Иностранная авторская песняSister Self(original) |
| That pole isn’t growing in my black solid sky |
| Solid sky |
| And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back |
| But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand |
| And I felt the soft of my flesh |
| And I stared into my sister self |
| And we was running, running, running |
| We was climbing, we was fighting |
| We was breathing fast |
| Praying please |
| We were singing |
| We were dancing |
| We were clapping |
| Singing, dancing, clapping |
| We were returning to the hills |
| Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |
| Returning to the hills |
| Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |
| But I’ve got to hold my own hand |
| I’ve got to hold my own hand |
| And this is my skin I feel |
| And these are the teeth that I clench |
| And the hazel of my sight |
| Plus the colors she wears is mine |
| O that color she’s wearing is mine |
| And we was running, running, running |
| We was climbing, we was fighting |
| We was breathing fast |
| Praying please |
| We were singing |
| We were dancing |
| We were clapping |
| Singing, dancing, clapping |
| We were returning to the hills |
| Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |
| We were returning to the hills |
| Bringing buckets drawn from the wells |
| (traducción) |
| Ese polo no está creciendo en mi cielo sólido negro |
| cielo solido |
| Y los barcos piratas tiraron de estos hombros hacia atrás |
| Pero en el sueño de la mañana agarré la delgada palma de mi mano |
| Y sentí lo suave de mi carne |
| Y miré a mi propia hermana |
| Y estábamos corriendo, corriendo, corriendo |
| Estábamos subiendo, estábamos peleando |
| Estábamos respirando rápido |
| orando por favor |
| estábamos cantando |
| Estábamos bailando |
| estábamos aplaudiendo |
| Cantando, bailando, aplaudiendo |
| volvíamos a los cerros |
| Trayendo cubos extraídos de los pozos |
| Volviendo a las colinas |
| Trayendo cubos extraídos de los pozos |
| Pero tengo que sostener mi propia mano |
| Tengo que sostener mi propia mano |
| Y esta es mi piel que siento |
| Y estos son los dientes que aprieto |
| Y la avellana de mi vista |
| Además, los colores que usa son míos. |
| Oh, ese color que lleva puesto es mío |
| Y estábamos corriendo, corriendo, corriendo |
| Estábamos subiendo, estábamos peleando |
| Estábamos respirando rápido |
| orando por favor |
| estábamos cantando |
| Estábamos bailando |
| estábamos aplaudiendo |
| Cantando, bailando, aplaudiendo |
| volvíamos a los cerros |
| Trayendo cubos extraídos de los pozos |
| volvíamos a los cerros |
| Trayendo cubos extraídos de los pozos |
| Nombre | Año |
|---|---|
| The Pirate's Gospel | 2018 |
| Take Us Back | 2009 |
| Tired Feet | 2018 |
| White as Diamonds | 2009 |
| The Rifle | 2018 |
| Foreign Tongue | 2018 |
| Oh! My Mama | 2018 |
| Ether & Wood | 2018 |
| Age Old Blue | 2009 |
| The Ocean | 2009 |
| Heavy Walls | 2018 |
| Pieces of String | 2018 |
| About Farewell | 2014 |
| Can You Blame the Sky? | 2018 |
| Rising Greatness | 2011 |
| Clickity Clack | 2018 |
| Before the Leaving | 2014 |
| Dry Grass and Shadows | 2009 |
| Every Path | 2009 |
| Gypsy Eyes | 2018 |