From the recording Dia Luein
When the rain came, I was sleeping.
When the phone rang, I answered:
“I am an only child. We are an only child.”
Took a long walk by the river
with my lover in the morning.
Then the sun spoke like a stranger:
“We are an only child. We are an only child.”
We are an only child.
Worked a small town with my brother
tossing water like it’s nothing.
We share a mother--tied to each other.
But I am another--he is another--child.
There’s a tree in the forest
growing leaves in the winter.
Oh, what a miracle!
Oh, what a steady hand!
Oh, what a commonplace
in this foreign land!
Oh, what a genocide!
Oh, what a tangled lie!
Oh, what a solitary life!
I want to live like there’s no tomorrow!
(but tomorrow comes anyway)
I want to fill up my heart with sorrow!
(but I am an only child)