The Zipper Song
Looking for that road
Which way does that bend?
Under the bushes, a cat arches its
Philosophical back
Everything watches, the wind pauses
The mountain's belly our Vu Vu (ancestors) groped their way over
The four seasons as yet undefined
Someone heard the crying of a beast's feet
The relatives across the river open their eyes and pray
The train carried away the women
The ancient tracks climb down beautiful cheeks
The small bells have been discarded
But it will be impossible to discard
the fatigue of traveling by night
The sickle probes unceasingly
Which way the road bends
The wind always changes direction
And all desire, unyielding as metal
Cries out together between 0 and 1
Looking for that road.
Which way does that bend?
Under the bushes, a cat arches its
Philosophical back
Everything watches, the wind pauses
The mountain's belly our Vu Vu (ancestors) groped their way over
The four seasons as yet undefined
Someone heard the crying of a beast's feet
The relatives across the river open their eyes and pray
The train carried away the women
The ancient tracks climb down beautiful cheeks
The small bells have been discarded
But it will be impossible to discard
the fatigue of traveling by night
The sickle probes unceasingly
Which way the road bends
The wind always changes direction
And all desire, unyielding as metal
Cries out together between 0 and 1
Looking for that road.
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