Two Tongue Tale - Sort Sol

She said: «Life isn’t so fine

After all, let it come if it has

To come» What she meant

Was she couldn’t find words

She was sick and tired of the

Tears.

She said: «I'll use

Whatever God gave me but now

I haven’t got a chance»

Came from the land of desert sand

And the wind blows my way

She was blowing her sombre blue

Horn again with a string tied to

The back of my hand.

She stepped

Right out of a two tongue tale

With a brilliant smile on her face

She said: «Eyes are slaves

Of suspicion they can torture you

To death»

Came from the land of desert sand

And the wind blows my way

Red gleams of a bloodnight darkly

Cold, cold whisper touched my ears

And I guess that’s where I left

Her.

Wild, wild shivers drew

Us near.

Yes, I guess that’s where

I left her.

By the light of these eyes