The Garden Wheel
2024
2:48
Official Music Video
The Garden Wheel by Future Islands
Lyrics & Translation
English
Now every stone has a face
Every leaf, there's a bead of sweat
That drops it's embrace
The day that I left
The day that we met, a story you loved
And that life isn't mine
For a time, it was mine
At peace, in the place where we slept
Without anger
Without language, lately
But now it's rising in me like a fiend
And I feed
At least, I feel what I need, isn't proof
But some truth of the story
Maybe
Of how we worked to till the soil
Until the labor all but spoiled
How we worked the earth so much
It turned to dust
How am I supposed to feel?
When the robins steal
From the cardinals, in the garden
Turn the autumn wheel
It's how we're supposed to feel
When the onions peel
And the harvest was the hardest
In the garden
I dream of the roads that we'd weave
In the winter
Through fields, all covered in stones
That would dance
When the night came calling
And the quarry of things
And the ring
That went laughing down there
Was it the first missing thing, that we'll never see?
Until they find him
And how I searched upon the shore
Until my knees were red and sore
Because I feared the rest of us would start to rust
How am I supposed to feel?
When the robins steal
From the cardinals, in the garden
Turn the autumn wheel
It's how we're supposed to feel
When the onions peel
'Cause the harvest
Was the hardest
In the garden
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of The Garden Wheel by Future Islands
The Garden Wheel* (original Future Islands)
Now every stone has a face
Every leaf, there's a bead of sweat
That drops it's embrace
The day that I left
The day that we met, a story you loved
And that life isn't mine
For a time, it was mine
At peace, in the place where we slept
Without anger
Without language, lately
But now it's rising in me like a fiend
And I feed
At least, I feel what I need, isn't proof
But some truth of the story
Maybe
Of how we worked to till the soil
Until the labor all but spoiled
How we worked the earth so much
It turned to dust
How am I supposed to feel?
When the robins steal
From the cardinals, in the garden
Turn the autumn wheel
It's how we're supposed to feel
When the onions peel
And the harvest was the hardest
In the garden
I dream of the roads that we'd weave
In the winter
Through fields, all covered in stones
That would dance
When the night came calling
And the quarry of things
And the ring
That went laughing down there
Was it the first missing thing, that we'll never see?
Until they find him
And how I searched upon the shore
Until my knees were red and sore
Because I feared the rest of us would start to rust
How am I supposed to feel?
When the robins steal
From the cardinals, in the garden
Turn the autumn wheel
It's how we're supposed to feel
When the onions peel
'Cause the harvest
Was the hardest
In the garden
The Garden Wheel (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Ahora cada piedra tiene una cara
Cada hoja, hay una gota de sudor
Que suelta su abrazo
El día que me fui
El día que nos conocimos, una historia que amaste
Y esa vida no es mía
Por un tiempo, fue mía
En paz, en el lugar donde dormimos
Sin ira
Sin lenguaje, últimamente
Pero ahora está surgiendo en mí como un demonio
Y me alimento
Al menos, siento lo que necesito, no es prueba
Pero algo de verdad de la historia
Quizás
De cómo trabajamos para labrar la tierra
Hasta que el trabajo casi se echó a perder
Cómo trabajamos tanto la tierra
Se convirtió en polvo
¿Cómo se supone que debo sentirme?
Cuando los petirrojos roban
De los cardenales, en el jardín
Gira la rueda del otoño
Así es como se supone que debemos sentirnos
Cuando las cebollas se pelan
Y la cosecha fue la más difícil
En el jardín
Sueño con los caminos que tejeríamos
En invierno
A través de campos, todos cubiertos de piedras
Que bailarían
Cuando la noche llamaba
Y la cantera de cosas
Y el anillo
Que bajó riendo allí
¿Fue lo primero que faltó, que nunca veremos?
Hasta que lo encuentren
Y cómo busqué en la orilla
Hasta que mis rodillas estuvieron rojas y doloridas
Porque temía que el resto de nosotros empezara a oxidarse
¿Cómo se supone que debo sentirme?
Cuando los petirrojos roban
De los cardenales, en el jardín
Gira la rueda del otoño
Así es como se supone que debemos sentirnos
Cuando las cebollas se pelan
Porque la cosecha
Fue la más difícil
En el jardín
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