Fireweed

Fireweed

After all the flames
In the morning
Quiet ashes fell
For hours and hours
And in the morning rise
We planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground

So we dug ourselves a hole
We planted all our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again

Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow

Uma cantiga que me parece apropriada aos tempos que vivemos.
Alguma coisa nascerá das cinzas. Tomara que ainda por cá ande.
ZM