We listen to the smell of the grass
We drink clouds
Our souls are flowers
Our memory is a river
It's impossible for us to find out
We wear the faces of people
We're in favor of waiting
One of a hundred thousand days
Who are you, who are you, how much silence there's in you
Honeycombs of radiant sorrow
Souls full with honey
The whisper of phrases slung with blood
Will fall silent in the heart
Who are you, who are you, you're one of us
We breathe out the sorrow
Of our dreams of a noose
We are just sea foam
Rotten branches of trees
We turned blood into water
There are skies in us
And the truth
Has run like a teardrop
Who are you, who are you, how much silence there's in you
Honeycombs of radiant sorrow
Souls full with honey
The whisper of phrases slung with blood
Will fall silent in the heart
Who are you, who are you, you're one of us