This thread goes back a couple of years but who knows - it might be interesting to someone! I was looking for an English translation of this song - one of the most moving pieces I've listened to - and I found this thread interesting. I liked Fulg's version but wanted to work on an alternate version which take a little more liberty but stays true to the meaning of the story. So here goes.
"It is late. I am looking for this other place I call home and I am walking down a path that I have never taken before: a small pathway that runs along the factories and the city, cutting through a forest. I am starting to make out the shapes of the forest that surrounds me when suddenly, night falls. I am plunged into a world of total silence, and yet I am not afraid. I fall asleep, for a few minutes at most, and when I wake up, the sun has risen and the forest is shining under a bright light.
I know this forest. It is not an ordinary forest, but a forest of memories. My memories. This river running wild and bright? My adolescence. These tall trees that flirt with the sky? The men I have loved. This flock of birds swirling in the distance? My lost father.
These memories are not just memories anymore. They are standing right here next to me, alive, dancing with me and embracing me, singing and smiling at me.
I contemplate my hands. I caress my face, and I am 20 again. And I feel love like I have felt it before."
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This thread goes back a couple of years but who knows - it might be interesting to someone! I was looking for an English translation of this song - one of the most moving pieces I've listened to - and I found this thread interesting. I liked Fulg's version but wanted to work on an alternate version which take a little more liberty but stays true to the meaning of the story. So here goes.
"It is late. I am looking for this other place I call home and I am walking down a path that I have never taken before: a small pathway that runs along the factories and the city, cutting through a forest. I am starting to make out the shapes of the forest that surrounds me when suddenly, night falls. I am plunged into a world of total silence, and yet I am not afraid. I fall asleep, for a few minutes at most, and when I wake up, the sun has risen and the forest is shining under a bright light.
I know this forest. It is not an ordinary forest, but a forest of memories. My memories. This river running wild and bright? My adolescence. These tall trees that flirt with the sky? The men I have loved. This flock of birds swirling in the distance? My lost father.
These memories are not just memories anymore. They are standing right here next to me, alive, dancing with me and embracing me, singing and smiling at me.
I contemplate my hands. I caress my face, and I am 20 again. And I feel love like I have felt it before."