Haruki Murakami

You sit at the edge of the world,I am in a crater that’s no more.Words without lettersStanding in the shadow of the door.The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,Little fish rain from the sky.Outside the window there are soldiers,steeling themselves to die.(Refrain)Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.When your heart is closed,The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.The drowning girl’s fingersSearch for the entrance stone, and more.Lifting the hem of her azure dress,She gazes –at Kafka on the shore


You sit at the edge of the world,I am in a crater that’s no more.Words without lettersStanding in the shadow of the door.The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard,Little fish rain from the sky.Outside the window there are soldiers,steeling themselves to die.(Refrain)Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,Thinking for the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.When your heart is closed,The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.The drowning girl’s fingersSearch for the entrance stone, and more.Lifting the hem of her azure dress,She gazes –at Kafka on the shore

– Haruki Murakami –

Kafka on the Shore

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