Crusade of the Birds
Started on Maundy Thursday -
Subtle ripples along the roofs;
By the word of the feathered saints -
Penetration upwards;
My joy, you are still asleep.
For a long time we lived in the dark,
And the key was lost there;
And we've been swept up in the whirlwind of September;
And when there is nothing to wait for anymore - Green ray;
My joy, I knew it was not for nothing.
Tell me how we sing You
And when the light fades - overexposure;
Light up my hands so I
Could take this sky like a knife
And cut us out of the web.
Cut us out of the net.
The word becomes flesh;
The flesh becomes dust;
And lips are burned out with the fear
Of the emptiness;
And in the glow of summer stars
At the end of the trail -
My goodness, who if not You?
Tell me how we sing You
And when the light fades - overexposure;
Put my hands on fire so I
Could take this sky like a knife
And cut us off the net.
Cut us out of the web.
Cut us out of the net.
Get us out of the net.
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