hiver

IOSONOUNCANE - Hiver
Free interpretation of a wandering tongue

Winter

The city is far away, the frost looms
The earth, the harvest, memories of past eras

The shelter and the icy river
Man not yet

Eyes and lips worn by the immensity
The people are so quiet

Age and name
Age and name

Eyes and lips burned
So sweet is the night for weary limbs
And then, the cold light of day

Eyes and mouth wide open
The anger of the abandoned son rises

It’s not yet time to go
Alone
Son
Man, it is not yet time to be reborn

The shelter and a long winter on our skin
The prison and a long winter

Who are you in the mirror?

My voice
My bones
Nourished by a sickly milk
The blood is still warm in the veins

My plunge
The body stomps far away
Nourished by a sickly milk

My blood flows invisibly in the veins
The blood of the last abandoned son