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[ti:The Postman(I1 Postino),Poetry and Music Suite I Like for You to Be Still] |
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[ar:Luis Bacalov] |
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I like for you to be still，it is as though you were absent |
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And you hear me from far away，and my voice does not touch you. |
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It seems as though your eyes had flown away |
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And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. |
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As all things are filled with my soul |
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You emerge from the things, filled my soul. |
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You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy. |
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I like for you to be still，and you seem far away. |
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It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove. |
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And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you |
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Let me come to be still in your silence. |
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And let me talk to you with your silence |
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That is bright as a lamp,simple as a ring. |
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You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations. |
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Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid. |
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I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent |
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Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died. |
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One word then,one smile,is enough. |
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And I am happy, happy that it's not true. |
