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At the cemetery, the church destra (a translation)

In the cemetery behind the church

In the cemetery behind the church
where butterflies and blackbirds
seeking a safe place to rest overnight. There
go down the stream,
we sit on the veranda and then
we forget the problems of the day.

Let
walk among the graves of the old names of dead presidents.
hear the soft rush of water.
Now I kiss on the lips
and as the sky darkens, we
undress and let the water wash all lies.

In the cemetery behind the church where
butterflies and blackbirds
perch on the gray stones, like the garden fades
we are going to lie on the ground, put
cheeks against the dirt down

where it does not matter where you've been.

In the Yard, Behind the Church

In the yard, behind the church WHERE Blackbirds and Butterflies

search for A safe place to rest the night away
We will go down to the brook and Sit upon the overlook
Then
Forget about the troubles of the day We will walk

Among the grave of
Men long dead with presidents' names and
Listen to the water flow softly by
I will kiss you on the lips now And as the sky
como dark And we'll strip down
let the water wash away all lies

In the yard, behind the church WHERE
Butterflies and Blackbirds perch on Gray stones
as the garden's growing dim We will lay down
on the ground and Put Our
cheeks
Against the dirt down Where it no Longer Matters Where You've Been

Eels, Blinking Lights and Other Revelations (2005)