Literature:Grim Fandango

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With bony hands I hold my partner,
on soulless feet we cross the floor,
the music stops as if to answer,
an empty knocking at the door.
It seems his skin was sweet as mango,
when last I held him to my breast,
but now, we dance this grim fandango,
and will four years until we rest.

Translations

Bemé

Bemé Literal translation

Wit han o bown, m'unya mi padneh,
Wit leg neh sowl wi mub yah pulor,
Muzik stap bela eh anseh,
Epiti noknok eh dor.

Eh bela im benak bi shuk b'la mango,
wen lasta m'unya im wit mi tit,
Ba now, wi dans dis grim pandango,
an wan eh biginim til wan n'it.

With hands of bone, I hold my partner,
With legs of no soul we move across the floor,
The music stops like it answers,
An empty knock at the door.

It's like his skin were sweet like mango,
when last I hold him next to my breast,
But now, we dance this grim fandango,
and will for years until the night comes.

Note: The Bemé translation is written in Bemé patois (Bemé: patwa), a poetic register of Bemé.