Vaiteani excelle dans les caresses en cascade. Avec signs, elle se souvient des défunts pour un titre animiste. Les âmes sont partout abeilles, papillons ou pluie. Et « nous passons par des états de corps étranges, comme si la mort nous faisait des signes de tête amicaux. » écrivait Jules Renard dans son Journal.
Vaiteani – Signs
You send me signs to signify
That you lie in every beam of light
And I feel you though I cannot see you further
You, our love you know is foreverYou come as a bee or a butterfly
Whirl down as leaves to pave the way on my ground
Yes I feel you when you’re blowing in the wind
You, with every inch of my skinBecoming fond of every flapping of a wing
΄Cause you’re in every flapping of a wing… nowYou send me signs so that I lift my eyes to the skies
To read your love in the clouds
Yes I feel you through the hardship of my life
You, I know you’re standing by my sideBecoming fond of whenever the rain is falling
΄Cause you’re in every drop that falls… nowBecoming fond of every moment that I live
΄Cause you’re in every moment that I live… now