Woven Hand
Deerskin Doll
You are a fine noiseI must take care for youMy heart my head to the groundTo speak of such thingsAs the sound of your wingsI have not the breathIn my brides eyeAnd by her sideAnd by her sideYou are the noiseThe elktooth chainLovely in the rivers mirrorYou stand in my circleThe circle of my center hereIt will take some timeTo get to this pointRemember you are spinningAround the roomI dare not restMy hands on my chestVashene osh miashte means yesMeans yesThe branches all creek togetherLetras de cancionesAll out in the openInside a roaring figure on the wallThe streets are cobbled just for youThe silver sun in my cellar well tooI hear a mocking voice
From Letras Mania