Taulu [English translation]

My wish is to make one song

and make it beautiful as a painting

remembering the phases when nothing was born

now thinking of a flaming face as so

wondering how to paint a voice,

gently quietly with cottony strokes

to sketch on a paper with cursive letters

the chorus that I hum at night

beatrest, everything in place

in the morning sun with hair resting on shoulder

blondly running through my fingers

like a million never ending golden "Tonava's"

sorry you have to dangle in to these metaphors

they stagger beside you

that won't happen again

when the painting is finished the poet will leave

if you're gonna be with me like the ending beat

if I could ever

paint a painting

I would paint you into it

if I could ever

make a song

it would be about you

if I may?

and I do, can make a painting

I'm gonna make it as beautiful as a song

I'm gonna paint the days with darkness and light

for years in my secret barn

the boys are painting metaphors into windows

shining portrait of an icon

into the fabric I'll paint small lips

to the world, I smile about the red of the wine

I'm sitting in a flower-tailed summerdress

the yellows-of-the-sun are gonna sunk the iris,

the globe from the mercy of your strength

a little bit white for the sincerety

heavens worth of blue for your sorrows

black on the edges in the name of balance

palette in hands, a cassette in the clouds

all the colors and the world in your eyes

if I ever could

paint a painting

I would paint you in it

if I ever could

make a song

it would be about you

fingers in the paint all around

travel with the word of the elite

seventh skateboard of july

I'm gonna draw you a trumpet

if I ever could

paint a painting

I would paint you in it

if I ever could

make a song

it would be about you