Kāhore He Manu E Lyrics English Translation by Marlon Williams
No bird flutters inside there,
If you were a bird, you’d fly far away.
Who will pluck the stem’s bud?
Forgetting is a gift, yet I still remember.
The moon is torn apart, milk-blood is spilled,
Shining bright, searching once more.
The weight does not press down from above,
I keep running, leaping over obstacles.
I cannot see, my winter friend,
Still lost in dreams of the mist.
The moon is torn apart, milk-blood is spilled,
Shining bright, searching once more.
I never got the chance to offer my full farewell.
A longing, a call—cross over, come forth.