Our shore,
Our sea,
Our wheat,
Our salt,
Our wounds,
Everything, and leave.
Our shore,
Our sea,
Our wheat,
Our salt,
Our wounds,
Everything, and leave.
Army convoys all night like desert caravans:
In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all
winter- its crushed fennel.
We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?
Army convoys all night like desert caravans:
In the smoking oil of dimmed headlights, time dissolved- all
winter- its crushed fennel.
We can't ask them: Are you done with the world?