Don’t Clean The Dust

Dance Under the Joshua Trees

Don’t clean the dust.

Don’t worry.

Tomorrow will be the same.

Today is a beautiful day,

Just go with a friend.

Don’t clean the dust.

It will cover the furniture well; 

It will cover the rust, 

Few scratches, the broken lacquer.

This way, nobody will notice,

My friend.

Don’t clean the dust

From the mirror.

It will help to hide what you’ve got:

Few wrinkles, few spots on your face,

And the traits of unpleasant events.

So, what?

Don’t waste your time.

Invite a friend in a rainy day; 

Have cookie and tea; 

Sing a song and scream.

Don’t let others to live your dreams

Somewhere there, out there.

Don’t clean the dust.

If you cannot draw in the mirror

A big happy face;

If you cannot write in the lacquer

“I LOVE YOU, my friend!”

Then…what is the meaning of cleaning?

They are there,

The silent rocks with painted dreams

In the ancient Mojave Desert.

Olds people say

“Dance with us and you will read

All dreams from ancient times”

 

I’d love to know what happened then.

I’d like to read the magic stones.

So, I’m dancing, and dancing under the stars

Of the midnight sky.

The rhythm of drums crossing the time

Going back, when the world began.

 

My heart is a drum, a rhythmic drum.

I’m dancing, and dancing.

I’m free and light.

I’m feeling the wings of a magic bird,

I ‘am hearing songs once being sang.

I ‘am dancing steps once being danced.

 

…I’m a little part of the dreams today…

…I‘ll be a part of the dreams tomorrow…

And reading the dreams once painted on rocks

In the ancient Mojave Desert.