Walking along the left bank of the river
it’s good to let all troubles go with the flow
A bare branch waits for its renewed dress
all bugs rise and leave their shelters
...
Winter gently closes his eyes
and retires to north
I run up on my hill and i spit down on all
I stretch myself and i smile
warmed by the coming season
from "Whatever You Bring We Sing" (Homesleep, 2005, Italy).
Indie-folk.
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