The Waldenist

Friends you! just get and lost

Like rainy days surround you

A slighten dream to carry on

So, who told you to live in this city

With all mod cons around you

We feel the ground

And ask the sun from dusk till dawn

(dawn, dawn,dawn…)

«But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.

There was never any more inception than there is now,

Nor any more youth or age than there is now,

And will never be any more perfection than there is now,

Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

Urge and urge and urge,

Always the procreant urge of the world.»

Going back, going back

To the wilderness in me

Going back, going back

To the wilderness in me

Friends you!

Tied to a mast of a sinking ship (that)

Killing you (and) your broken soul

Tears down my heart

(so) Break the rules

Unfurl the flagof convictions

And now you will feel the ground

And ask the sun from dusk till dawn

(dawn, dawn,dawn…)

Going back, going back

To the wilderness in me

Going back, going back

To the wilderness in me

Extrait de «Song of Myself» de W. Whitman