The Black Bird - O Passaro NegroThe black bird came ravishing the skythrough clouds he went, gathering small tears of rainOriginal: * O Pássaro Negro *O pássaro negro veio, deslumbrante no céuatravés das nuvens ele foi, reunindo pequenas lágrimas de chuva*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.© copyright de KAY MARCH - Todos os Direitos Reservados.
So - EntaoSo…These words wore oncecarved in Wood and Stonesometimes still wonderingdreams of leaf and rock.No clouds or tears left to dropabove the sky is long forgottenbeyond the Highlands of ScotlandOriginal: * Então... *Estas palavras outrora esculpidasa madeira e a pedra, adornavampor vezes ainda fascinantesem sonhos de folha e rocha.Sem nuvens ou lágrimas por cairacima o céu é há muito esquecidoalém das Terras Altas da Escócia*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.© copyright de KAY MARCH - Todos os Direitos Reservados.
Broken Blood IRiver, Leaf and Summer PhoenixWhat's a leafWithout the riverNow that summer is all gone*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Broken Blood IISame ContinuumDid you ever climb these rocksOr sleep under these trees?Did you ever wonder of shadows and shapesOr what lies beneath the seas?I'm no longer a LeafYou either no RiverNo sun shall arise ever moreThere aren't any horizons to conquer anymore*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Eave - GoteiraThe rain froze in the eaveand did not fall, lacy and crystallineon the high stood as an ornamentI could exchange for spring this feelingBut I imagine it every daya byzantine new shapeuntil the sun finally reclaim its hairand the water fall again in the eaveOriginal: * Goteira *A chuva gelou na goteirae não caiu, rendilhada e cristalinano alto ficou como um ornamentopodia pela Primavera trocar este sentimentoMas imagino-lhe todos os dias uma nova forma bizantinaaté o sol reclamar por fim a sua cabeleirae a água cair de novo na goteira*KMARCH *Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Res
Only For You - So para TiIn ancient metalyou offer me a smilethat I let asleepbeside your beda little posticousopens an icon of desirewhere I let hiddenthe secret poem from one who lovesOriginal: * Só para Ti *Em metal antigoofereces-me um sorrisoque deixo adormecidona beira da tua camaum pequeno postigoabre um icone de desejoonde deixo escondidoo poema secreto de quem ama*KMARCH *Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.© copyright de KAY MARCH - Todos os Direitos Reservados.
Orpheus - OrfeuFrom this mirror I made a windowto lay across the day… and dive into the nightFrom dream towards the seaOriginal: * Orfeu *Do espelho fiz uma janelapara atravessar o dia… E mergulhar na noiteDo sonho para o mar*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.© copyright de KAY MARCH - Todos os Direitos Reservados.
Reply Stand alone... the darkness I await Staring at the abyss I yell The world is my scar For echo replies me back You're nothing but a star*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Sept By Step - Passo a PassoStep by stepTime passes bywith tiny little feetlightless and timelesssoundless and immortalWith each stepIt goes naming thingsin the final stepTime is nothing morethan DeathOriginal: * Passo a Passo *Passo a passoO Tempo passacom pequenos pésleves e intemporaisinsonoros e imortaisA cada passonomeia as coisasno último passoO Tempo nada mais éque a Morte*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.© copyright de KAY MARCH - Todos os Direitos Reservados.
The NoteI let a noteleft handed written as a secret codeby the side of your pillowout of the mist the lonely willowstands comely like a gatesaying it's getting lateI'll always remember the sweetness of your lipsnever forget the touch of your fingertips*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Flying South - Voo para o Sul The birds start flying south A perfect triangle of wings A bird within another bird And a sudden fear shrinks my heart Who knows if they ever return? I long to go with them towards the south Outskirts, mountains and seas to glide by Oh, of me… wingless to fly
KnowingThe witch man knows meHe knows me by my oldest nameHe spooks to me across the timeWhispers in the softness of midnightRain or shine, gloom or lightAnd I listen, I listen brightTowards the fields of grass and treesThe depths of the forest of all seasTowards the soul that gives me starsYes, I know him… I know him too…*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Flowerish Things She´s got little bees dancing in the depths of her eyes and smells like sweet september honey *KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
SandmanA handful with dreamsthe Sandman bringsshrouding me, in my sleep.Hell allows what Heavens notgive me again, what I forgot.*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Lost - Collaboration Lost angel with no God, no human things to hold on to He cries not from what was Before He cries out for Evermore*K
Skipping the FallSkipping the Fallit's Winter againghostly staring at the windowjust me, and these warms drops of rain*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Sunflower FieldThe field is full of little suns and the horses are running wild still...*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
VampireI'm glad you're goneThe dawn is wakening So must I sleepAnd the wind keeps saying BewareShook out the past and old clothesSuch a pretty neck dry to the boneThe mist hides… ties like a being So must I sleepAnd the sea keeps singing DareRemind and forget outlast oldThe smell of death is moreThan I can bearMaybe… maybeI'll keep you warm till tomorrow*KMAR
Nocturnal SpiritShe walked the nightDark and mightMellowing clouds and tender lightWhen clock and Time itself strike midnightDark hair, dark clothes and mesmerizing feathersDark eyes, dark lips and medieval weathersOver misty moors she flewLeaving behind the soft dew*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Clouds Slightly little boats sailing through the sky The wind keeps sending them away Time and time again they all pass me by...*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved
Call of the Deer the golden deer sung is old and timeless song to the others, to the prairie and all the other beasts and things that awaits in the forest*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Nocturne Jewel or MoonlitHow many tides does the moon flow, how many faces does she glowdark or brightin every lightshe's the soft mother of balancethe pontual rage of waves that keeps us entangled*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
Shaman DanceOf black torment I'm made, in grief I bleed and cry.The makers of misbelieve and pain are here with me,laced me in silk and sorrow.We fly trapped, togetherWe dance together the strange melody of the windAs the rage of the weather, tears with usDance with usthis torment inside out...*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
The Waiting Raven The raven watched in silence, waiting in silence like the desolated dead tree beneath him in quietude like all things should waiting for his brothers waiting for the calling of the wild moon*KMARCH*Y© copyright of KAY MARCH - All Rights Reserved.
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