Wolves - Amycanbe

After so many millions of nights without sleep

the crying of a baby in this forest of starving trees

it brings the wolves running

it brings the wolves running

it brings the wolves running

Drinking the sea, eating the rocks

a tree struggles to make leaves

an old woman falling from space

unprepared for all this

she hangs on

Over the stones rushes the wind

in this delicate forest as an owl’s ear

it brings the wolves running

it brings the wolves

it brings the wolves running

in this delicate forest here

The howling of wolves is without words

Night snow stars

and the hearth cracks where the wolves rest

Night snow stars

and the hearth cracks where the wolves rest

This is where the stars bow down

This is where the stars bow down

This is where the stars bow down

This is where the stars bow down