PENELOPE

Click here to listen to a song with the translation listed below.


You tell me that you got tired of waiting,
Twenty years weaving the same piece of cloth,
And I, that went around the world without a map,
Listen to what I have learnt tied up on the mast.
All those that are not traveling are eaten by the will to do so,
But all those who did travel, are jealous of Ithaca.

To you I will always come back,
And if that’s not enough for you,
Become a ship and I ‘ll become a port,
To see my love to the end who will make it,
And who will perform his role in the best way.
All those that are not traveling are eaten by the will to do so,
But all those who did travel, are jealous of Ithaca.

And all those things that did not happen, do not try to anticipate,
Since you were never able to understand,
That you were always from the beginning till the end,
My shield, my bow, and my arrow.
And all those that are not traveling are eaten by the will to do so,
But all those who did travel, are jealous of Ithaca.

And you say you got tired of waiting,
Twenty years weaving the same piece of cloth.

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