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Spring came in one day
The clouds in front of the moon
Tore themselves to shreds
So that two moons passed in one night
Winter went and spring came
And the clouds tore off their clothes
Washed them in the rivers of rain
And naked in the dark they stayed
Waited for their cloaks to dry
They darkened the face of the moon
They would have tried to kill it
If they could have reached that far
As it spied on the clouds
They've taken off in the rivers of heaven
They've taken off
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I will never sleep alone (never without you)
Whatever you say to me
I already know
If I said something to you
You would take those words
There's so much power in those words
(You don't know) You don't know nothing yet
About the dreams I have
I will make you sleep
(You don't know) You don't know nothing yet
About the dreams I have
Sleep is a house for lovers
You will be the mistress (of that house)
You will be given the wide belt
And the big key to the gate
If I said something to you
You would take those words
There's so much power in those words
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Fate changed
Life healed like a wound
How does the kind of life heal
That leaves such a scar
I cover myself, I uncover myself
Now I know how to do things
No longer will I listen to any talk
Now I know and it's working
Everything hurts inside of me
Out from the frozen lake
She finally grew into her full might
She grew from a tiny thing
On this lake as I drove there to meet her
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I have a mind, a good memory
Here's how my life begins
I wasn't born from a woman's thighs
But from fire
I dwell on that dream
I don't want that to fade
I keep that dream
Until the axe does all that work
I was kept under the table
Raised from their sigh
I was worthless till the day
When flames did all the work
On the day I was born
They denied my rights
Even the right to die
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No longer I was breathing
No more bleeding
Inside the urn
Under a soil and black stone
Under a soil and black stone
And I was listening
And felt no pain
To the sunrise to east
I'll leave my grief
To the stars shine
Casting my eyes by the long nights
Blessed I was
To rest then
Inside the urn
Under a soil and black stone
Soil upon me
So fragile
As a veil
Without secrets
The staring
Space so wide
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I, I woke up
The God of fire woke me up
At the edge of burning ground
I'm, I'm damned
To put out the fire
My hand is a trap for that fire
It won't surprise me in my dream
My dream wakes me up, instantly
Without a word my hand is a trap
Trap for that fire
I, I drown it with water
I kill it on the spot
It won't have time to run far
It won't get away from me
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In my dream smoke followed me
As on fire the whole world had been
To the yard I walked in
Up the frontstep and opened the door
Cranes flew over to the North
As I walked on dry
And passed through a grove
Yellow with flowers
They had been expecting me
They said so and I believed
Im my dream smoke came to me
And we became as one
I am smoke
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That's what my sister says
And during that day
Came spring and summer
Oh, when did you fly here?
It was you I found
The same flesh and blood
(My flesh) It was you that I found
(My blood) It was you that I met
One just like me, same flesh and blood
(My flesh) It was you that I found
(My blood) It was you that I met
One just like me, my flesh and blood
A hard place, this world
And nowhere else
Does one make so many mistakes
What's done is done
Done and gone
The same flesh and blood
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Free flowing water
The air is so warm
It breathes for you
It sees through you before the storm
And if the lake can't
Be the sister
To the moon
To the river
To the sun
The leaves are falling
Cutting the moonlight
They brake the waves
Gazing to the stars
And if the lake can't
Be the sister
To the moon
To the river
To the earth
I know I wouldn't be strong
Wouldn't be brother to the moon
I know I wouldn't be strong
Wouldn't be sister to the woods
Here is another soul
Another path
Another God
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A beautiful day when it's over
Clouds high up in the sky
A beautiful day when it's over
Nobody will bury me
In this wicked world the war I live
In this wicked world to war I go
Here's my good life, best I ever have
How did I get here
Beautiful yard, trees against the sky
There is an empty opening
They only live for one summer
This world is too good for me
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You have a woman here, one made of stone
You made her for yourself
You piled her up, made a stone face
Stone fingers and eyes
There's no room beside her for another woman
A live and breathing one
It makes me sad to see you have made a woman
Out of rocks and wood,
Grasses and tree bark
To lie beside you, beside you
There's no room beside her for another woman
A live and breathing one
There's no room beside her for another woman
A live and breathing one
I made that stone woman
For you to see me and say:
"I am here, I am here..."
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