Not so lost in Translation

Linen Song
Emilie Simon

I'll come to take you
I'll know how to defend you
Beyond borders
I'll spin the earth

I'll weave songs
From dusk till dawn
A spot for each star
A linen of songs

I'll weave songs
From dusk till dawn
A spot for each star
A linen of songs

No one deserts war
To return alone
I'll know how to wait
With this linen of songs

I'll weave songs
From dusk till dawn
A spot for each star
A linen of songs

So far from your sky
So far from my call
Listen to my heart
Listen to my fervor

I'll weave songs
From dusk till dawn
A spot for each star
A linen of songs

I'll come to take you
I'll know how to defend you
Beyond borders
I'll spin the earth

I'll weave songs
From dusk till dawn
A spot for each star
A linen of songs
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Emilie Simon writes poetry...
This is obviously about Odysseus's wife, Penelope, who waited for his return while staying faithful. She fended off her suitors by weaving a shroud for Laertes, Odysseus's father, and promising to marry one of her suitors once the shroud is finished. However, she unravelled the shroud every three years, until a maid sees her and warns the suitors. In the end, she still remained faithful to Odysseus.