27th May 1998 Lerwick, Shetland, Scotland, UK
27th May 1998 Shetland Pony, Shetland, Scotland, UK
This is about a windy island.
I can't find any places where there's no wind.
I'm talking about a windy island.
Even birds must try to ride the wind here.
Thugh it's a sunny day, and a cloud is moving so fast,
I'm trying to go forward,
but it's all waste of time.
Because it's a sunny day, so I'm walking along the seashore,
and it's too early to play with the water.
Maybe I only see the lee shore instead.
Daytime, I feel it to my face.
Nighttime, I feel it to my ears.
Anytime, I feel it to my body.
It's 24 hours and never stops.
This is about a windy island.
I can't find any places without a wind.
I'm talking about a windy island.
Even birds can't fly with their wings.
Though it's a sunny day, and a cloud is coming daily,
and I'm passing through them slowly.
I still feel there's a still here.
Because it's a sunny day, I'm riding a bike to the top of the hill
and I wished I could fly with a bird,
but flying against a wind is not so easy.
Daytime I see it in the fields.
Nighttime I see it on the sea.
Anytime I see it to the sky.
It's 365 days and never stops.
Even if I have wings, I won't be able to fly.
Even if I am a bird, I won't fly just for a fun.
Living with winds, living with birds,
living with a hope, may the wind stop just for today.
This is about a windy island.
I can't find any places there's no wind.
I'm talking about a windy island.
Even birds must try to ride the wind here.
Even birds can't enjoy to ride the wind here.
Even birds would die to ride the wind here.
written on 30th May 1998 at Shetland Islands, Scotland.
I reached this island from Norway by boat early morning.
Tried to find a place to pitch a tent but the wind was so strong
and it almost blew away my tent,
so I waited for the morning to come one of the phone booth
that wasa the only place I could find in the island where the wind was not that strong.
