To speak is impossible.
To feel is unfortunate.
To cry is inevitable.
To write is worthless.
Waiting for You
I will sit and talk with you a while and we can dance around the words we wish to say.
I’ll smile for you and you will smile back for me.
But you’ll soon tire of teaching me this silly game.
Then I will sit and wait for you a while and you will sit and wait for me.
I’ll wait for you, and you will go to dance the night away.
I’ll wait for fear that you will tire of seeing me, and you will dance the night away around the words we wished to say.
Then you’ll come to me and wink, then leave and dance the night away.
I’ll wait for you and then I’ll tire of this silly game.
And you will go and dance the night away.
And I will still be waiting with the words we wished to say.
Olkerempe Le Nkai 88:5
atotiuo anaa oltung’ani oiturrayioki ti atua ilootuata,
anaa oltung’ani otaraki metua neirragieki te ngumoto,
anaa ltung’ani otaraki metua neirragieki te ngumoto,
anaa ltung’ana lemeekure edamuni,
amu eiwuang’ieki ninche te nkaina ino.