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Tangled In This Trampled Wheat. The Tallest Man On Earth. Translation

Another excellent issue of The Tallest Man .. I like, and hopefully you like.



Been so many days of longing now
Why should it ever be this far
Where I get frightened
I could never gather birds enough to carry 'round your part
But I see traces of your thoughts out here
I see a sight; I hear a sound
My only comfort in the brittleness of days when I can hold what I just found

In the untired eyes of the laughing child
And the dirtiest sweater he owns
Early, sun-warmed pine
And all those life like sins
That will pull out the memories to show
I'm not leavin' alone
I'm not leavin' alone

If just that weather-beatin' plane was here
Haven't seen it since I came
Can only wonder if it's near or in the skies
When this damn city sounds the same

And sometimes I'm just a tangle in this trampled wheat
Circle like a losing dog
If just tonight that I could be where you are near
And just forget where I am lost

In the untired eyes of the laughing child
And the dirtiest sweater he owns
Early, sun-warmed pine
And all those life-like sins
That will pull out the memories to show
I'm not leavin' alone
I'm not leavin' alone

Traducción: Enredado en este trigo pisoteado.

Fueron varios días de nostalgia ya
Por que debería estar siempre tan lejos?
Donde me asustaron
nunca birds could raise enough to bring them close to where these
But I see traces of your thoughts here
I see a look, I hear a sound, my only comfort
the fragility of days where I can back up what I just found

In untiring eyes of a child who laughs
And more dirty sweater has
early, the sun warming the pine And all these sins

realistic that the memory will start to show that I'm not going
alone, I'm not going
alone.

If only this aircraft was damaged by the weather here
not see him since I came
I can only wonder if it is near or in heaven,
when this whole city is like listening

And sometimes I'm just a mess in the trampled wheat
Spinning like a lost dog
If only this night could be close to where you
and so I forget where
lost
untiring In the eyes of a child who laughs
And more dirty sweater has
early, the sun warming the pine And all these sins

realistic that the memory will start to show that I'm not going
alone
I'm not going alone.