David Broza Concert in Wilton, CT. Please forgive the bad camera work - didn't even know the brand new camera had video. Recorded for the music.
(Please note that I don't have the translation for the added verse)
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He would send out sounds of flute to the sands of the desert
He fondled her tender body and the storm ravaged it all
It ceased to be like the sands, I want you like a rock
He then promised not to wander again like the sand.
When the winds fondled him strongly he grasped the pole of the tent
He sealed his ears not to hear or breathe the sound at all
"You're a nomad," the desert whispered, "you are to be buried in a narrow tent."
And the sheep were bleating in the wadi like a flute.
Ho ho ho ho ho a voice calls to wander, wander
Ho ho ho ho ho a voice calls to wander, wander
And when the floods bursted he forgot all that he had promised,
In the storm he stretched his hands towards the sounds of the flute,
In a dance of madness in the stems of reed, swept the drunk like sand in the wind,
even the rocks spread their wings like a heron.
And when he come back to her again on his horse to put deeper the pole of the tent,
on the tent-cloths she embroidered in strings and colours words,
"Welcome back traitor. Grasp the pole of the tent well
for the wandering storm has also swept me away."
This is beautiful,thanks for sharing!
plattform5163 3 years ago
You're welcome! :)
rica620 2 years ago
thanks rica260 I love this song
sputaru 3 years ago
You're welcome! LOL!
rica620 3 years ago