Translated by A. Z. Foreman - My Paper Bridge lyrics

She crossed my paper bridge today (yes, The one I cross into happiness) A woman some sixty or so years old, With bare feet, bitten by the cold. We met each other and stayed there a while, just so. - I, just because I had nowhere else to go- And she spoke as if to me and herself, not of news, But of bread, of wood, of shoes. My paper bridge, I built it -it's true- When not just the sky, but my eyes turned blue, And the sun turned into a golden wheel Along a path that lead to my heels. I kept thinking about a house and a bed And golden days and starburst nights, Kept thinking about a husband and child Brown summers' shades, and green springs' light. I kept thinking about a road and a letter, A wave-laden sea and a ship that shone, Kept thinking about the songs of the train And night-blue sailors from parts unknown. But I didn't think of shoes for this woman sixty years old And today she and I stood, chatting here, just so, She about shoes, since her bones were bitten cold And I, just because I had nowhere else to go.