Beautiful Nature Lyrics

Good morning... Just woke up

Today is 20th of September

I wash and dress and then...

Good morning... Just woke up

Today is 15th of November

I wash and dress and go

Good morning... Just woke up

Today is 5th of May

I wash and dress and then...

And the ceiling's gone as

Heavy smoke. Am off into the

Stream of Night... so fragile...

To live another life of mine

Either forgotten or unhappened...

... A boat is cutting dark-green waters, I am watching it while dad is rowing

I spot a thread of smoke at the bank, a smell of food, somebody's waving us...

We're home, both tired, wet but pleased: today it was a perfect fishing.

My mom's surprised and happy, so am I. She's smiling, praising me, her son.

Am running, my sister's joining me! It's swing time, who's the first?

We're swinging so that apples fall and joy's filling the garden.

And then we're having evening meal outside, together.

Black-yellow tongues of fire are rushing up

Into the velvet sky, so magically stellated.

All of a sudden, a spark, it hits my eye...

Growing's the pain to blow up the world and kill me back

Into the Day we all belong to...

Morning... Just woke up...

And so it goes, day after day.

A pale-gray circle
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Of indifferent decay...

I just don't know

What still makes me wake up

To find myself surrounded

By the dead again...

... For buzz of bees and scent of pollen,

And can-docks over water's deep,

For silver threads of warm rains fallen

For all it still dwells beneath the steep

For shady glades and sunny wild heaths

And golden meadows, where we've run,

For rapture of a careless child with

The taste of pinesap on his tongue...

For a night-bird's flight across the river

Through the mournful toll of a lonely church

For after-dawn dew droplets quiver

And moths that dance in the light of a torch

For those who choose the pain of living

And bleeding wounds from that day forth.

For martyrs tortured, whose forgiving

Still helps the Skies to bear this Earth...

I take a deep breath as the vision's dying...

Those never fail who never dare

Bewept by none and cursed, we were just trying

To dream of what you're not aware...

Of floating mists embracing lovers

And honey poured on just baked bread,

Of solid rocks and fragile flowers...

Yet nothing matters to the dead...