Ours the rotten heart Passing our mask of death On to our sons We have become so deeply sad Consigned to pain
In this Age of mothers In this age of mothers
Serpent among sisters In the wake of the invaded I summon your rains To extinguish the fire Burning inside men
In this Age of mothers In all the sleeps
Grief among brothers Bled upon the streams Fingernails closing Upon the world of ancient Bearing a new one
Pain when the time is of birth Courage when it’s time to inspire us Our land is a woman Whose perfect figure We are not worth to touch
To hurt To touch x4 In this Age of mothers In all the sleeps x 3Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
