Colours

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Voices.

Now only inside my hollow head

Colours carved out

No trails on the grey snow left to follow

I feel like something's missing, but can't quite put my finger on it

Get a grasp of it

To hold the ambassador of life and fertility

On my pale hand I want to feel a feathered chest rising and descending

with the high and low notes

Give me colours and let me paint

Give now the vial of elixir and fill me, awaken me

Then someone alike, someone to share the joy

will answer

The golden singer will flee to the crystallized sky and the hand

will begin to sprout

Turing our barks and the beloved eggs in the warm nest terracotta

with the summer coming

Teksti ja kuva

Julia O