Przez ten kawałek zacząłem cały ten muzyczny ‘binge’, ale nawet nie ma tu w tekście w czytelny sposób motywu o który mi chodziło. Za to w teledysku już tak :]

There’s a girl who suffers from grief
Who suffers more than anyone else2
But in the forest she’s not discovered
This dark-skinned (brunette) moves the hips
With a bitter taste in the mouth
She shines splendidly even though she’s crying wood
With her hips which swing
The pains of the inside go outside

And she cries little pieces of wood
The missionary girl doesn’t stop crying
She cries the grief of her land
Moving her hips she doesn’t stop dancing

In the morning she feels solitude
And in the night she feels solitude
No matter how much she laughs she feels solitude
No matter how much she lies she feels solitude
With a bitter taste in the mouth
She shines splendidly even though she’s crying wood
With her hips which swing
The pains of the inside go outside

And she cries little pieces of wood
The missionary girl doesn’t stop crying
She cries the grief of her land
Moving her hips she doesn’t stop dancing

“A 9-year-old girl cries little pieces of wood
The beginning of these strange tears took place last Saturday
Since then she didn’t stop segregating the material.”

And she cries little pieces of wood
The missionary girl doesn’t stop crying
She cries the grief of her land
Moving her hips she doesn’t stop dancing (2x)

She doesn’t stop crying…
She doesn’t stop dancing…