yes you have seen me like no one
yes i live here next to you
yes i see you each day
i live here next to you
you have seen me naked
you have seen me, just as an eagle sees the forest from the sky
i am the tree on the mountain, and you are the eagle that sees and feels every motion and change
my roots are in the mountain of love
the eagle drooped my seed on the mountain of love
as i started to grow on the mountain of love
it was you that toughed me how to be a lover
how to love
on this mountain i nourished
on the mountain of love i learned how to love
on the mountain of love i learned how to love and want nothing else
on the mountain of love i grow into a tree
on the mountain of love i grow into a tree with leafs
on the mountain of love i grow into a tree that bared fruits of love
it was the mountains fruit; the tree belonged to the mountain
on the mountain of love my root runs deep
it runs deep into the mountain
and when the banal climbers came on the mountain of love
you taught me to let them taste the fruit of love
the fruit that you grow on me
when they tasted the fruit of love that was yours
they came and picked the fruit without knowing what it was
each time that they picked a fruit, painful it was not for the tree
the pain was for the mountain of love
the mountain that had given all of its energy to the growing of the tree
they picked the fruit without knowing what it was
to some it was sweet and to some it mattered not
for all they wanted was to suck the energy of the mountain
they couldn't understand that the tree was only there because of the mountain
they didn't understand that picking the fruit would not hurt the tree; it hurted the mountain
and when the time came they all left
leaving behind their rubbish and their tree on the mountain
they couldn't see how painful it was for the mountain
the only important thing to them was themselves
they didn't understand the importance of the mountain
how it was full of love
they didn't understand how the mountain feed the tree from its own source
how instead of water it gave the tree love
how the mountain had made the tree out of love
how the tree didn't need any water only the mountain's love
how the tree would not grow any where else
how it was the love that was in the mountain that made the tree grow
they didn't understand how the mountain protected the tree
in the winter it kept the tree warm with its love
in the fall when the tree was naked it covered it with its love
when the tree was growing the mountain feed it with love
with its own love ; pure and true
A.K. written at the caspian sea.
Il peut y avoir des fautes, il peut être traduit en français si vous voulez.
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