You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.
The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,
Little fish rain from the sky.
Outside there are soldiers'
Steeling themselves to die.
(Refrain)
Kafka sits in a chair by the shore
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed,
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.
The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress
She gazes-
At Kafka of the Shore.
(Credit does to Haruki Murakami and his book Kafka on the Shore, translated from the two-volume set of Umibe no Kafuka.)
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