Cradlesong lyrics

I thud on a drum

Barely a span long

The rough barrel-beat

Was my cradlesong

You ask why I keep still

Why I don't pour it out into the night

You know

You know if it rises and floats

It effaces every piece of light

Foreign what my lips say

Foreign my hair, my dress

Foreign what your eyes ask

About this strangeness

You ask why I keep still

Why I don't pour it out into the night

You know

You know if it rises and float

It effaces every piece of light

When scream masses on wound

I want to meet you

When the great testimony

From your branches trickles down

Here my soul grows

Till it smashes

Above the scene, the balcony