Tradition...
In search of new lands, I build a new house. I thatch the house with reed stalks... gathered neatly in bundles. At the stone wall, let us celebrate the golden house, that was built by a hundred carpenters. Let us celebrate the golden house, that was built by a hundred carpenters.
The eighth month is fast approaching, and yet I have nothing to wear. I want to dress gaily, so brother, will you lend me just one sleeve? I wish to dress my children and loved ones... in the one kimono that I own
As for me, I will wear vines... that I plucked deep in the mountains
The light of the full moon shines down, illuminating the world with its divine light
When my lover sneaks in to visit me, I wish that the clouds would hide that light just a little.
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Im lost for words... Nothing I had ever heard resonnates as melancholy as this, and its in Okinawan. The pure voice in itself simple conveys the deepest feelings. Self sacrifice for the sake of your family, a worthy noble act indeed.
The eighth month is fast approaching, and yet I have nothing to wear. I want to dress gaily, so brother, will you lend me just one sleeve? I wish to dress my children and loved ones... in the one kimono that I own
As for me, I will wear vines... that I plucked deep in the mountains
The light of the full moon shines down, illuminating the world with its divine light
When my lover sneaks in to visit me, I wish that the clouds would hide that light just a little.
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Im lost for words... Nothing I had ever heard resonnates as melancholy as this, and its in Okinawan. The pure voice in itself simple conveys the deepest feelings. Self sacrifice for the sake of your family, a worthy noble act indeed.
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