As we put us together
By the hips, like insects
I began to spray myself about
And the field began to blossom
The sowing was good and the season early
But the soil was not fertile
The old womb was unwilling to receive
And all the tiny little snakes
Fell through the loin grating
And unleashed a storm
Don't forget us
Do you remember, in March?
The father took care of the field
The mother’s heart broke
Don't forget us
Do you remember, in March?
The father took care of the field
The mother’s heart broke
The children rose from within the skin
Onto the ground and sang aloud
Where I had sown myself
There my heart stands in dead soil
Don't forget us
Do you remember, in March?
The father took care of the field
The mother’s heart broke
Don't forget us
Do you remember, in May?
The father’s heart had gone lost
The mother’s heart broke in two
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AJÁNLOM AZ OLDALT
