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Translation
Snow
Yet another dream
That succumbs to the night
Unremittingly
The shadow grows
She could soon run short of air
In this lonely crossing.
Melancholia
In these towns where everything is buyable
Here these dreams are not for sale
Or a valiant crew, or even
A nice carriage.
She wants to see the vast meadows
Wants the infinite sky
The wild horses
She dreams of some hereafter.
Snow
Shivers on the world
Coming in a procession
Falls the white winter coat that protects her
It is like a spell
Like a cold kiss on bare skin.
A murmur
Fog of asphalt
On the walls
Words that hurt her
She could soon run short of air
In this lonely crossing.
Here everything is grey and dull
Dust and boredom
And eternally
She dreams of some hereafter.
Snow
Shivers on the world
Coming in a procession
Falls the white winter coat that protects her
It is like a spell
Like a cold kiss on bare skin.
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| 3. | Arrietty's Song |
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