[ti:The Postman(I1 Postino),Poetry and Music Suite I Like for You to Be Still]
[ar:Luis Bacalov]
[al:]
[00:01.43]I like for you to be still，it is as though you were absent
[00:06.48]And you hear me from far away，and my voice does not touch you.
[00:11.33]It seems as though your eyes had flown away
[00:13.96]And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.
[00:18.06]As all things are filled with my soul
[00:20.28]You emerge from the things, filled my soul.
[00:24.78]You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream, and you are like the word Melancholy.
[00:35.25]I like for you to be still，and you seem far away.
[00:40.57]It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.
[00:46.48]And you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you
[00:51.74]Let me come to be still in your silence.
[00:55.99]And let me talk to you with your silence
[00:58.87]That is bright as a lamp,simple as a ring.
[01:05.39]You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
[01:10.19]Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.
[01:16.20]I like for you to be still, it is as though you were absent
[01:20.81]Distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
[01:25.15]One word then,one smile,is enough.
[01:28.99]And I am happy, happy that it's not true.