Bjork
Her Mother's House
A space in your voice shows the scale of your compassion
The tone of your voice reveals the space you give up there
The more I love you
The stronger you become
The less you need me (Less you need)
A dry voice comes from a stingy heart
But a voiced voice comes from abundance
The more I love you (Your voice)
The battle you will survive
The more freedom I give you
A mother's house has a room for each child
She's only describing the interior of her heart
A ballon painted with red clay
With lubrication, will not cry
But then inflated, it floats
Undo, undo, undo, undo, undo
Fortune of her heart
From Letras Mania