Оригинален текст
What the water wants is hurricanes,
and sailboats to ride on its back.
what the water wants is sun kiss,
and land to run into and back.
i have a fish stone burning my elbow,
reminding me to know i'm glad
that i have a bottle filled with my own teeth.
they fell out like a tear in the bag.
and i have a sister in detroit.
she has black hair and small hands.
and i have a kettledrum.
i'll hit th earth with you.
and i will crochet you a hat.
and i have a red kite;
i'll put you right in it.
i'll show you the sky.