2014-05-20

Spain, White Shirt of my Hope

Spain, white shirt of my hope, dried-up history that embraces us by just coming and watching, dove looking for more starry skies where understanding each other without destroying each other where sitting and talking.
Spain, white shirt of my hope, the black sorrow grips us, the sorrow leaves plumb in the wings, I would like to help somehow and I just talk some words which end up in nothing when they front wide sea.
Spain, white shirt of my hope, it is sometimes a mother and is always stepmother, knife, mud, carnation, sword; ever-present death is joined to us in just our things of daily lives finally by making us equal.
Spain, white shirt of my hope, from out or inside, sweet or bitter, smell incense of lime and cane, who put disturbances into inner core of our being who makes us free but without wings that besides left us hunger and took away the bread.
Spain, white shirt of my hope, here I am, nobody orders me, loving you so much is so easy, you always make us in your image and likeness, the good and the bad that there is in your picture going on a pilgrimage wherever.
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  1. Spain, white shirt of my hope,
    dried-up history that embraces us
    by just coming(1) and watching,
    dove looking for more starry skies
    where WE understanD each other without destroying each other
    where WE siT and talK.

    Spain, white shirt of my hope,
    the black sorrow grips us,
    the sorrow leaves LEAD in the wings,
    I would like to help somehow and I just SPEAK some words
    which end up AS nothing
    when they CONfront wide sea.

    Spain, white shirt of my hope,
    it is sometimes a mother and [] always A stepmother,
    knife, mud, carnation, sword;
    ever-present death joinS us
    in just our things of daily lives
    finally by making us equal.

    Spain, white shirt of my hope,
    from outSIDE or inside(2), sweet or bitter,
    smellING OF incense of lime and cane,
    who put disturbances into THE inner core of our being
    who maDe us free but without wings
    WHO left us hunger and took away the bread.

    Spain, white shirt of my hope,
    here I am, nobody orders me AROUND(3),
    loving you so much is so easy,
    you always make us in your image and likeness,
    the good and the bad that there is in your picture
    going on a pilgrimage TO NOWHERE.

    Very good! There were many figures of speech that you had to translate, and you did that well.

    (1) better: approaching
    (2) better: from without or within (note the unusual meaning of "without")
    (3) or: nobody commands me

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  2. Thank you very much. It was hard enough to do it, small successes help me.

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