Hey-ho peeps, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, revise the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
This week's featured song dates back to 1969 and is by rock-jazz-folk-classical-world-beat band It's A Beautiful Day, "White Bird" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
A Long Black Leaf Remains
A white bird in a cage of white birds,
teaching the day of winter rain.
White bird in a cage of gold.
a long black leaf remains in the sky,
a cloud of anger.
But the white bird is not unknown
sitting on the custodian.
Hello to you,
to the white birds, trees.
Please sign in.
Dreams with death-leaves turn gold.
But the old-growth white bird
just sits in a jail cell.
The sun came out west to go.
Drifting clouds, the old man himself and the Earth itself.
And the eyes of young people are still to the south.
White bird must fly.
Death hath no more.