Lhasa de sela "La Mar?e Haute"
( rough translation)
The road is singing when I'm leaving
I take three steps, and the road quiets.
The road is dark, for as far as the eyes can see
I take three steps and the road ends.
At high tide, I climb
The head is full (of ideas) but the heart doesn't feel enough
At high tide, I climb
The head is full, but the heart doesn't feel enough
Hands of lace, wooden figure
body of brick and eyes that sting.
Hands of lace, wooden figure
I take three steps and you are there.
At hight tide, I climb
The head is full but the heart doesn't feel enough
At high tide, I climb
The head is full but the heart doesn't feel enough.
It sounds like a very dark song, but it's beautiful and full of emotion.
( rough translation)
The road is singing when I'm leaving
I take three steps, and the road quiets.
The road is dark, for as far as the eyes can see
I take three steps and the road ends.
At high tide, I climb
The head is full (of ideas) but the heart doesn't feel enough
At high tide, I climb
The head is full, but the heart doesn't feel enough
Hands of lace, wooden figure
body of brick and eyes that sting.
Hands of lace, wooden figure
I take three steps and you are there.
At hight tide, I climb
The head is full but the heart doesn't feel enough
At high tide, I climb
The head is full but the heart doesn't feel enough.
It sounds like a very dark song, but it's beautiful and full of emotion.