Paroles

The trees are troubled by a wind
That blows from the heart
That blows from the heart
The heart of each tree
A troubled wind
Troubled wind speaking the word
Speaking the word "Loss"
Taking a breath, taking a breath
Taking a breath to speak the word
Again, speaking "Loss"
As if it were the only word —
And at its heart
The swaying O of the heartwood
Where death opens
Strange birth where living wood
Living wood, living wood
Is forced open
By this world
As it changes into world
Written by: Fiona Sampson, Sally Beamish
Jusqu'à 2 mois d'Apple Music Classical offerts
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