Alma Mira - Song Of The Barren Orange Tree | Текст песни

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• Alma Mira
• Song Of The Barren Orange Tree

Woodcutter
Cut out my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.

Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.

I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects.
I want to live not seeing self.

Sunflower.
Burn down my shadow.
Free me from the torture
of seeing myself fruitless.

Why was I born among mirrors?
The daylight revolves around me.
And the night herself repeats me
in all her constellations.

I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects.
I want to live not seeing self.

Change inside my dreamings
into my birds.
Inside my dreamings

I want to live not seeing self.
I shall dream the husks and insects.
I want to live not seeing self.