The Seasons

[passenger]

Sleep baby sleep
The day's on the run
The wind in the trees
Is talking in tongues*

If your heart is torn
I don't wonder why
If the night is long
Here's my lullaby
Here's my lullaby

Well the mouse ate the crumb
Then the cat eats the crust
Now they've fallen in love
Then they're talking in tones*

If your heart is torn
I don't wonder why
If the night is long
Here's my lullaby
Here's my lullaby

Sleep baby sleep
There's the morning to come
The winds in the trees
They're talking in tongues*

If your heart is torn
I don't wonder why
If the night is long
Here's my lullaby
Here's my lullaby

[passenger]

[passenger]

...từ em thôi là nguyệt coi như phút đó tình cờ...

[passenger]

The Waters of March
Artist: Stacey Kent
Songwriters: Antonio Jobim / Georges Moustaki / Tom Jobim

A step, a stone, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely
It's a glass splinter, it's life, it's the sun
It's death, it's the sleep, it's a half-open trap

A one thousand year old tree, a knot in the wood
It's a barking dog, it's a bird in the air
It's a rotting trunk, it's the thawing snow
The deep mystery, the promise of life

It's the wind's breath on top of the hills
It's an old ruin, the emptiness, the void
It's the chattering magpie/chatterbox, it's the downpour pouring
Joyful streams down, it's the waters of March

It's the confidently and slow-paced foot that is walking on
It's the stretching out hand, it's the cast away stone
It's a hole in the ground, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely

It's the bird in the air, it's the bird landing down
The watered garden, the clear-water spring
A splinter, a nail, it's the rising fever
It's a correct amount, it's a bit of nothing at all

A fish, a move, it's like quicksilver
It's everything we're waiting for, it's everything that's left to us
It's wood, it's one day the end of the platform
A tampered alcohol, the shortest way

It's the cry of an owl, a sleepy body
The rusty car, it's the mud, it's the mud
A step, a bridge, a cawing toad
It's a shopper passing by, it's a beautiful skyline
It's the rainy season, it's the melting of ice
It's the waters of March, the promise of life

A stone, a stick, it's Joseph and it's Jacques
An attacking snake, a cut in the heel
A step, a stone, an unfolding path
What is left of a root, feels a bit lonely

It's the fading winter, the end of a season
It's the thawing snow, it's the waters of March
The promise of life, the deep mystery
It's the waters of March at the very bottom of your heart

[passenger]

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a head
Just a tiny hole, from which
I sometimes see the stars

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a head
But a tiny breach in a wall
From which comes rumors of people

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a heart
Just a small motor without heat
That sings its song in minor

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a heart
Just a tiny noise that frightens me at night
In the silence between the hours

If I had just one half of a head
I would hear your cries for help
This one half would suffice me to know what wounded you

And if I had just one half of a heart
I would see your dark circles in the morning
This one half would suffice me to understand the pain that I do to you

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a soul
Just a tiny flame, an echo of a star
Dead for millions of years.

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a soul, no, not even a flame
Just a shadow, an emptiness, a small dark room
The crevice between two blades

If I had just one half of a soul
I could fly much higher
I would see your empty eyes, I would know what to do

If I had just a dust of soul
I wouldn't ever break everything
But I don't know how to love you and I make you cry

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a head
But a tiny hole from which
I sometimes see the stars

Who knows? Maybe I don't have a heart
Just a tiny noise that frightens me at night
In the silence between the hours

Who knows?
Who knows?
Who knows?
Who knows?

[passenger]

...nothing is much better than everything...

[passenger]

Aftermath
*in memory of V-2021

Cơn bão tuyết đi qua
Mặt trời già bị ốm
Vầng trăng không lửa ấm
Rướm mắt lệ sương pha

Mây cuộn chăn rên lạnh
Gió chòng ghẹo hà hơi
Sao buồn trốn cuộc chơi
Mưa đành ru cô quạnh

Con chim non mất tổ
Đứng khóc trên cành khô
Chú sóc rầu ngóc cổ
Ước gì ta còn thơ

Thu lu lùm đỗ quyên
Cóc sồi nhịn nghiến răng
Này ai bên khung cửa
Ta nhớ mùa lăng quăng*

Lăng quăng...ừa...loanh quanh...*

Pink

*mùa của muỗi mòng, cũng là mùa của itchy g-foot

[passenger]

When I lost you, we both lost
I lost because you were what I loved most
And you lost because I was the one who loved you most
But between the two of us you lose more than I do
For I can love others the way I loved you
But you'll never be loved the way you were loved by me

*Written by Ernesto Cardenal
*Translated by D.D.W.

[passenger]

When I had no one around to talk to
Mr. Grumpy tried his best to console me
Sounded convincing although...