The sun has vanished again Our skies are overcast.
Above us Fly carrion birds, their sounds Bounce off our mountains
Caw, caw, caw, caw, Echoing.
The sea parted once, and we Started crossing it barefoot But now angry waters Are closing in again Above us,
the sound of birds Caw, caw, caw, caw, Echoing.
Every day the air is filled with nothing But the heady scent of stargazer lilies
The children ask: where is mother?
Only the sound of birds answers them Caw, caw, caw, caw,
Echoing.
When will the clouds clear again? When shall we again hear
The happy chatter of house sparrows? We don’t know, no one does.
For now day and night
The same sound fills the air: Caw, caw, caw, caw, Echoing.
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