Cradlesong

A
I thud on a drum

E
barely a span long

Bm                A
the rough barrel-beat

D
was my cradlesong


A                  E
You ask why I keep still

       Bm                       
why I don't pour it out into the 
  D
night

A
You know

E                     Bm
You know if it rises and floats

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A           E      A       D
It effaces every piece of light

A
Foreign what my lips say

E                    Bm         D
Foreign my hair, my dress

A                      E
Foreign what your eyes ask

Bm                  D
about this strangeness


A                  E
You ask why I keep still

Bm                             
why I don't pour it out into the 
   D
night

A
You know

E                          Bm
You know if it rises and float

A          E         A       D
It effaces every piece of light

A                     E
When scream masses on wound

Bm             D
I want to meet you

A                E
When the great testimony

Bm                           D
from your branches trickles down

A            E
Here my soul grows
Bm
'til it smashes
 Bm          A               D
above the scene, the balcony