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• Artiste: Aneirin
• Titre: Grey Coats
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I am small, I am strange to the road with clumsy footwork I am a lone traveler though not a drifter by trade I am abstract, the wind does not know me From a small home far behind, distance measured by days But the way the wind speaks, it's captivating, invigorating The warmth of the air as it moves through my hair and the way it tastes, it frees me Now I am who I am somewhere and I will find me This road I travel on, I don't know where it goes But in my heart I hear it So sweet like audible honey, edible tone What is this sound Surely she is not running away from me Beautiful mystery Swiftly follow through the trees to the clearing (Sing to me, sing to me) What is this, lured to an old woman Have I been mislead, she runs down her perch Hiding her head in the river I fear we're not alone, federated with wolves They come gritting and showing their teeth Forty-two yellow songs They hum, a song men don't teach; a song of my destruction Pawing and biting at my heels, they sing Climbing up my stone stacked escape They rip my pack from my back Feasting as if it were my face They eat my clothes piece by piece I carry on down the stone perch Running away like a robber in a game of my youth I told my mother back then "All I ever wanted was my own gun" Here I am, come on and find me now You cannot find me Wolf, here I am, you are behind me I conquer My feet carry me on through the darkening trees It's growing darker and I can't see the sun Where did she go