Вступление:
Gazing at the
fire, burning by the
water
Before he
speaks the
world around us
quiets.
With eyes as sharp as arrows
and turning to the
fire
He clears the
air and
cuts it with a
feather.
Many in a circle
slowly 'round the
fire
When he
is gone I
want to know him
better.
No one is forsaken,
no one is a
liar,
He plants the
tree of
life on our
foreheads with water.
He hums,
there are drums,
four winds,
rising suns,
We are
singing and playing, I
her him saying.I remember breezes from winds inside your body
keep me high, like I told you, I'll sing to them
this story and know why.
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