Original subtitles

Ashes and Snow [SUBS por Gonzzza]

If you come to me at this moment

Your minutes will become hours

Your hours will become days

And your days will become a lifetime

To the Princess of the Elephants

I dissapeared exactly one year ago

On that day, I received a letter

It called me back to the place where my life with the Elephants began

Please forgive me for the silence between us has been unbroken for one year

This letter breaks that silence

It marks the first of my three hundred and sixty five letters to you

One for each day of silence

I will never be more myself, than in these letters

They are my maps of the bird path

And they are all that I know to be true

You will remember everything All will be as before

In the begining of time, the skies were filled with flying elephants

Every night they lay down in the same place in the sky

And dreamt with one eye open

When you gaze up at the stars at night

You are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants, who sleep with one eye open

To best keep watch over us

Ever since my house burnt down I see the moon more clearly

I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me

I saw Edens that I had held in my hands, but let go

I saw promises I did not keep

Pains I did not sooth

Wounds I did not heal

Tears I did not shed

I saw deaths I did not mourn

Prayers I did not answer

Doors I did not open Doors I did not close

Lovers I left behind

And dreams I did not live

I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept

I saw the letters I wished for, but never received

I saw all that could have been, but never will be

An elephant with his trunk raised is a letter to the stars

A breaching whale is a letter from the bottom of the sea

These images are a letter to my dreams

These letters are my letters to you

My heart is like an old house, whose windows have not been opened for years

But now I hear the windows opening I remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the Himalayas

Sleeping on tails of manatees

The songs of the bearded seals

The bark of the zebra

The clicks of the sand

The ears of the caracals

The sway of the elephants

The breaching of whales

And the silhouette of the eland

I remember the curl of the meerkat's toes

Floating on the Ganges

Sailing on the Nile

Ascending the steps of ****** *****

I remember wandering through the corridors of Hatshepsut and the faces of many women

Endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers

...I remember father to children... ...And the taste...I remember... ...and the pealing of the peach...

I remember everything

But I do not remember ever having loved

remember your dreams

remember your dreams

remember your dreams

remember

The longer I watch the Savanna elephants, the more I listen, the more I open,

they remind me of who I am

May the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature's orchestra

I want to see through the eye of an elephant I want to join the dance that has no steps

I want to become the dance

I can't tell if you are getting closer or farther away

I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face

Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now,

I would find it easier to recover the face I seemed to have lost

My own

Feather to fire fire to blood

blood to bone bone to marrow

marrow to ashes ashes to snow

feather to fire fire to blood

blood to bone bone to marrow

marrow to ashes ashes to snow

feather to fire fire to blood

blood to bone bone to marrow

marrow to ashes ashes to snow

feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone

bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow

feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone

bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow

feather to fire fire to blood

blood to bone bone to marrow

marrow to ashes ashes to snow

The whales do not sing because they have an answer.

They sing because they have a song.

What matters, is not what is written on the page,

what matters, is what is written in the heart.

So burn the letters And lay their ashes on the snow

At the river's edge When spring comes and the snow melts

And the river rises Return to the banks of the river

And reread my letters with eyes closed

Let the words and the images wash over your body like waves

Reread the letters, with your hand cupped over your ear

Listen to the songs of Eden

Page, after page, after page

Fly the bird path

Fly

Fly

Fly