Guillermo de Llera Blanes - Prana Lyrics

Must I talk to speak to you?
I'm feeling fried struggling through every fight cell
I swing in space and breathe
Tired from the smothering but higher from the smell
But higher from the freedom in the deed
Crystal clear drops of crystal clear you is crystal clear dew
Unknown your word that at spoken first, was spoken at last
I am at last
Frommouth of another I heard you
From the mouth of a brother saying:
Gone, people cry
Dye blood
Dye blood
Home, people die
Cry blood
Through the eyes of the suffering son
Peering through the hearing
Hearing it all
Hearing me here
Hearing so near
Searching for the first
Searching from the last
I'm searching for the mask
Searching from the first
Searching for the last
I'm searching for the task
Speaking in words
That last not in verse
That last not in text
That last not in breath
That last not in mind
That last not in kind
That last not long
Empty and full
Gone, people cry
Dye blood
Dye blood
Home people die
Cry blood
Through the mouth of the suffering son

In silence the unknown world has turned
Seen only by the one who was many and the same
Beautiful pain
The beautiful saint

Gone, people cry
Dyin' blood
Dyin' blood
Home people die
Cryin' blood
Through the mind of the suffering son