In the Wake of Giants - If I Were A Frog - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

"So take me somewhere.

Somewhere I have yet to see in my few years on this rock. This rock that's so heavy laden with egotistical phantoms, consulting nothing but themselves.

Somewhere where these said beings don't exist and yet...and yet you're there. You're there powering the cool breeze that goes across great oceans and vast plains of the west.

Where I can be alone and yet surrounded by life that has so much more meaning than my own.

And there's tranquility found in a tree who's roots go so deep they are singed by magma at the very core of a place I am used to calling home and yet have never felt as if I belong.

And there are falcons perched on gnarled branches that have more years than my entire family tree, that soar on hot air pockets that are so dense they could carry a man.

...but they won't.

And there's fruit, and this fruit is so large they must be dug from the earth as it falls and could feed an entire village for a month...yet I sit nibbling on grade F meat the size of my fist saying I'll dig that fruit up tomorrow.

Tomorrow never comes because it will always be today.

Yeah, that may sound cliche but it's true - it's truer than anything I remember being told about what's going to happen next. And I tell myself I'm okay with that.

But I'm not OK with that!

And I should be climbing that tree. Grasping it's strong branches and perching next to the apes and panters and green tree frogs who would love to talk, but they don't know what to say.

I wouldn't know what to say if I was a frog.

And one thousand feet later I'd be feeling the warm, pollution-free air against my skin and tasting only the sweetest fruit man has ever known. I'd live there, you know, I'd live in that tree.

But no, no-no-no-no-no! That first branch is way too high, I tell myself. I'd rather stand in the sand at the bottom. Sand so deep I can barely move my arms. Trying to make friends with the scorpions and spiders that trap innocence in their claws like only spiders could - see, there's no analogy when you're already talking about spiders.

But perhaps, perhaps I can move my arms - perhaps I just haven't tried. In fact that first branch is very much within my reach I just don't know it, or maybe I do I've just forgotten.

That's it - I've forgotten!

I've forgotten what companionship is like because I can't see!

I can't see past the sand!

It stings, that sand really stings!

I'm not dead!

I'm not dead, yet!

Is that too morbid for you? Was too morbid for me too! Maybe I'll reach for that branch. Maybe I'll love, maybe I'll hope, maybe I'll cry, maybe I'll do all these things I told myself I was gonna do...

...tomorrow."