Testo Pipe - Little Dead Bertha

Pipe

Pipe, pipe, play me death
I shall crying i’ll be dear
Lungs, lungs, which already roots
Where the ground, kissing the gound
Bell… of entangled sinew
Crying over sea screaming in crowd
The plenty seasons, the wasted seasons
I was side by side, you don’t turn around
It’s a distress, enormous distress
Play me death…
Crying in heave, screaming of the stones
The scanty seasons, the wasted seasons
The only witness of my gladness is grim
It’s a distress, enormous distress
My gladness is grim…
White flower among the grass
Over the shaolin wall
Poor fear heads tasted my honey
Become the first creatures
Of ungiven love…