banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) potato-na-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana) banana-ah-ah (ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-nana)
togari noh pocato-li kani malo mani kano chi ka-baba, ba-ba-nana
yoh plano boo la planonoh too ma bana-na la-ka moobi talamoo
ba-na-na ba-ba (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana) POH-TAAA-TOH-OH-OH (ba-ba-ba-ba-banana)
togari noh pocato li kani malo mani kano chi ka-ba-ba, ba-ba-naNAAAHHHH!!!
Admit it. You tried to sing along.
Though deep inside I’m in grief, mourning,
I still want to live each day with your presence,
So many times I tried to relive the times of how we used to be at home, how you were at home:
your footsteps as you approach the bathroom, your voice in the morning when you buy vegetables,
your hot coffee on the table while you do the laundry, your quiet time beside the window while rocking your chair…
How I sit next to you and you just continuously talked and talked as I continuously asked and asked just to keep you from making me do chores, but I know you knew what I was trying to do and you just went on with endless stories and I carefully listened.
Nothing here can ever get back to normal now that you left.
Each day will always be a reminder that we lost someone very special.
So many times I’ve controlled myself from crying,
a deep kind of sadness I refuse to explode.
Living a new ‘normal’ is another challenge.
To live anew was never an option that we’re now trying to consider.