Todos bajo el mismo cielo

[Melancolía a la nórdica. A veces no estoy segura de ser española]

I fell just before,
I don't know why.
Just couldn't walk anymore,
Something in my way.
Now my steps are smaller,
A little smaller than before.
So I will go to
where the tee-trees turn to wine.
I'll be just fine,
It takes a believer sometimes.
So I will go to
where the tea-trees are,
Climbing over question marks,
Need to straighten some out.
Take them off my shoulder,
Put some space between.
So I will go to
where the tea-trees turn to wine
I'll be just fine,
It takes a believer sometimes.

[Peter von Poehl, Going to Where the Tea Trees Are]

[Efter Bryllupet (2006)]