The bayonet of flightless birds

 

The bayonet of flightless birds.
The market of blind horses.
Everywhere fire, everywhere earthquake. Sometimes fighting is like breathing, life itself in some lands.
And the earth is dying,
And the earth is dying,
The skies are bleeding thinly, with blue lace veins from its white breast.
The bayonet of flightless birds.
The market of blind horses.
All evil comes from our tar-stained hearts, our hands,
Who can deny the past, the present, the future...
Who can say they are innocent if all the stones, rocks, mountains come alive and speak,
The grasses, the seas, and all these sacred waters to drink.
Oh man,
Oh man,
Oh man...
Worthless child...
They say time is bad, don't believe it, time is certainly not to blame,
The person who chooses evil, only soothes their conscience with lies...
The bayonet of flightless birds.
The market of blind horses.
Lame dreams, of strong, robust minds.

Awakening is essential,

Awakening is certain;
Time, oh this dark time, the well of Joseph, my love, 

It can never stop us, believe me... 

Our essence will sprout from our chests, like a flower in your hand, surely,
Goodness will surely win again,
The sky, the trees and the seas will win,

Children, the suns and the smiles will surely win again...


08.09 Let the stars be with us and bear witness, my love; we will surely win... and the whole world will help us, from whales to ants...