Текст песни
The river stones are worn so smooth by time,
I trace their edges, memories in line.
They’ve seen the floods, they’ve felt the burning droughts,
The silent secrets water carries out.
The tide is rising, I can feel the change,
Everything we knew is being rearranged.
THE CURRENT PULLS, THE BANKS WILL CHANGE THEIR SHAPE,
BUT THE RIVER’S SONG, THE RIVER’S SONG REMAINS!
WE ARE THE WILLOWS BENDING IN THE STORM,
A SACRED SHELTER, KEEPING US FROM HARM.
THE CURRENT PULLS, THE BANKS WILL CHANGE THEIR SHAPE,
BUT THE RIVER’S SONG, THE RIVER’S SONG REMAINS!
WE ARE THE WILLOWS BENDING IN THE STORM,
A SACRED SHELTER, KEEPING US FROM HARM.
Still bending...
The river's song remains...
We are the shelter.
"Willows... storm... song..."
