The Sight of the Wind

	作词 : Benge, Wyatt
	We could hear it
	before the shutters were open,
	the wind on the beach.
	Then we found miniature sand dunes
	on the concrete of the balcony
	and a dead leaf zig-zagging,
	scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
	before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
	A plastic bag caught by a rail
	rearing to go, in such a flap
	we set it free
	to join a page of last week's news
	racing high above the undulating beach,
	and the invisible flying sand
	casting a fast moving shadow
	stroking the beach clean.
	Yesterday's footprints vanished,
	replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
	a copy of the sea.
	No one walking,
	not even the dogs.
	A day for the rubbish to dance.

	zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt
	We could hear it
	before the shutters were open,
	the wind on the beach.
	Then we found miniature sand dunes
	on the concrete of the balcony
	and a dead leaf zigzagging,
	scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit
	before hitching a ride on a frisky gust.
	A plastic bag caught by a rail
	rearing to go, in such a flap
	we set it free
	to join a page of last week' s news
	racing high above the undulating beach,
	and the invisible flying sand
	casting a fast moving shadow
	stroking the beach clean.
	Yesterday' s footprints vanished,
	replaced by smooth rippling wave formations,
	a copy of the sea.
	No one walking,
	not even the dogs.
	A day for the rubbish to dance.