Paroles et traduction Gibonni - Drvo

Drvo

Tijelo zemlji nek' je zrno
Duša preseli u drvo
U tišinu svojih godova

Kao paučina ispletena
Sva su lica, sva imena
Samo svjetla noćnih brodova

Mogu biti bor na vjetru
Sam u mraku, sam na svjetlu
Drvo u tišini šume
Jer me šume, sve razume

Mogu biti to što jesam
Zabludama svojim tesan
Živo drvo ispod kore
Čekam ruke da me stvore

Da bi bio veslo broda
Spokojan kraj divljih voda
Šibice što noću vide
Bijeli štap što zna gdje ide

Biti jedna od dasaka
Koja hoda hod koraka
Odškrinuta vrata sobe
Puštam svjetlo što te zove k meni
Što te zove

Pusti ljubav da prolista
Na koncu čista, ko sunca trag
Pusti, Bože, da je slavim
U te ruke stavim dušu za kraj

Kad me vrate zemlji crnoj
Duša preseli u drvo
U tišinu svojih godova

U tom času pomirenja
Sve su krivnje, poniženja
Jeka iz dalekih rovova

Već sam bio trn u oku
Batina o desnom boku
Već sam bio stup od srama
Što navijeke mora s nama

Već sam bio kundak puške
Gurnute u ruke muške
Oštar iver ispod kože
Napravi me boljim, Bože

Daj da budem dom za ptice
Svoga neba prognanice
Neba što u nama diše
I od ljudi pravi kiše

Daj da budem okvir slika
Od svih mojih saputnika
Slika što na grudi stišćem
Šušte kao suho lišće

A na slici moja mati
Mlađa no je mogu znati
Još je dijete što prkosi
Dok u sebi dijete nosi

Jedna slika oca moga
U samoću urasloga
Što na pozdrav diže ruku
Šalje nijemu on poruku meni
Oh-oh-oh

I evo, ja, na rubu šume
Djeca pale stare gume
Plamen što se nebu penje
Mjesto čuvat će za mene

Mjesto gdje je šapat krila
Noćnih ptica i leptira
Ptica koje grade gnijezda
Duši starijoj od zvijezda

Tu su ispred kuće moje
I ta što kuca, znamo ko je
Ja sam zemlja, duh je ptica
Ja sam zemlja, duh je ptica
Samo božja pozajmica meni

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh

Pusti ljubav da prolista
Na koncu čista, ko sunca trag
Pusti, Bože, da je slavim
U te ruke stavim dušu za kraj

Pusti, Bože, da te slavim
Te ruke stavim
Dušu za kraj

Tree

Let my body be a seed for the earth
Let my soul move into a tree
Into the silence of its rings

Like a spiderweb, interwoven
Are all the faces, all the names
Only the lights of night ships

I can be a pine in the wind
Alone in the darkness, alone in the light
A tree in the silence of the forest
Because the forests, they understand me

I can be what I am
Constricted by my own wanderings
A living tree beneath the bark
Waiting for hands to create me

To be an oar of a ship
A peaceful end to wild waters
Matches that see in the night
A white cane that knows where it's going

To be one of the planks
That walks the walk of steps
A slightly opened door of a room
Letting in the light that calls you to me
That calls you

Let love blossom
Pure in the end, like the trace of the sun
Let me, God, praise it
Into your hands I place my soul at the end

When they return me to the black earth
Let my soul move into a tree
Into the silence of its rings

In that moment of reconciliation
All the guilt, all the humiliations
An echo from distant trenches

I have already been a thorn in the eye
A beating on the right side
I have already been a pillar of shame
That must forever stay with us

I have already been the butt of a rifle
Shoved into male hands
A sharp splinter beneath the skin
Make me better, God

Let me be a home for birds
Exiles of their own sky
A sky that breathes within us
And makes rain from people

Let me be a frame for pictures
Of all my companions
Pictures that I hold to my chest
Rustling like dry leaves

And in the picture, my mother
Younger than I can know her
Still a child who defies
While carrying a child within her

One picture of my father
Grown into loneliness
Who raises his hand in greeting
He sends a silent message to me
Oh-oh-oh

And here I am, at the edge of the forest
Children are burning old tires
The flame that climbs to the sky
Will keep a place for me

A place where the whisper of wings
Of night birds and butterflies
Birds that build nests
For a soul older than the stars

There, in front of my house
And the one who's knocking, we know who it is
I am the earth, the spirit is a bird
I am the earth, the spirit is a bird
Just God's loan to me

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh-oh, oh

Let love blossom
Pure in the end, like the trace of the sun
Let me, God, praise it
Into your hands I place my soul at the end

Let me, God, praise you
I place these hands
My soul at the end