ŞARKI SÖZÜ
Oh, I don't like the look of the look of today
A great grey cloud is coming our way
So I move through the streets on my own
A-huffing and a-puffing and feeling so alone
O Grandfather, Grandfather
Will you wake up?
Will you take up these threads?
O Grandmother, Grandmother
I am walking on such thin ice
I wonder how you feel?
And a fire is burning in the fireplace
And the windows crackle with rain
Feels so part of my place
So I leave my sleeping ancients
And I walk down the steps
And I move to the edge of the forest
Where I lay my heaviness...
Oh, where is my sweet puppy?
Oh, there you are
You're never far behind
Sometimes he seems like a little lamb
So I push off from the shore
I press my face against the watery place
I push off from the shore
My sweet dog and you
I paddle my canoe
Across the water and home to you.
