Today we sing to our beloved.
The song of Paloma
In sweet scent rising from our alfrenda
To them in the world beyond.
We sing Cucurucucu.
When our spirits goes in search of them
For we know mortals don't die
And we are never disconnected.
We sit by the river and let the sweet evening breeze
Convey our agonies in sweet melodies.
Y aunque la vida me cueste amor
We will never stop loving you.
We see the pine trees whither in tears
As our anguish crystallizes into fine songs
An embalming of pain
Of memories we cannot have here.
ii.
Today we set our spirits assail to the world beyond
We are accompanied by our tired chi and some few words
We paddle on the ocean of our grief
Singing fine songs instead.
We sing of life and its miseries.
Of God. Well, we reserve that.
Of those whom we labored for
Who abandoned us to our own fate.
We sing of lovers who deserted us
And kids who will rather we die than disturb
Our anguish is fine memories as we set the sail.
Por Dios, To God! No Volveré.
Gbe mmuo sits as a tired mother
Welcome home. Welcome home.
We'll rather you rest, it's going to be a long one.
Your eternity starts here.
iii.
Today, we abandon our bodies to die.
Chosing our loved ones to life
Today the coins was tossed to our side
We broke it. We need no coin in the world beyond.
Today. We sing to the departed
Of whose statistics we will soon join
We join in their ochestra of solemn grief
Our lives to us an avalanche of memories.
When you sit by our grave side ensure not to cry.
For we are far gone before we died.
Rather tell tales of beautiful memories
They say memories are coins over there.
Today, we hold death by its cold hand
Caring not the coldness of our own bodies
It will take us to our beloved departed
To sing Cucurucucu Paloma forever.
iv.
Today we chose.
We chose our beloved departed to life
We say fuck to the world
To gbe mmuo we set the sail. To gbe mmuo with those who we always lived for.
To gbe mmuo away from here.
To gbe mmuo forever
To gbe mmuo, we do not say we will find rest, rest itself is sarcasm.
We say, To gbe mmuo, because we will atleast see our beloved.
To whom we cry
And grief
And pursue after
And.... Die!
TO GBE MMUO ( TO THE LAND OF THE SPIRIT)
© Chines Zoe!
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