We’ve been sown, grown here on the soil
With roots that burrow deep
We’ve been long left, but edges of the coil now
Closer ever creep
Elders, tellers, keepers of the bygone
Treasures of the dirt
Brush and string we and scribble and we sing
And dig for the annals of the earth
And we try try try
To keep a little beauty in the world
All that died died died
We keep it in our hands
In their dark clouds, blackening the sun
They came down to the shores
Motors hard, loud
wicked - malvagio
tellers - scrutatori
voice - voce
treasures - tesori
string - corda
still - ancora
pillars - pilastri
prophet - profeta
peace - pace
overcome - superare
never - mai
motors - motori
bygone - passato
world - mondo
brush - spazzola
bridges - ponti
hands - mani
blackening - annerimento
beaten - battuto
rigid - rigido
burrow - tana
shadow - ombra
scribble - scarabocchiare
edges - bordi
annals - annali
anymore - più
beauty - bellezza
shores - sponde
clouds - nuvole
creep - strisciamento
craving - brama
casting - getto
earth - terra
little - piccolo
elders - anziani
fading - dissolvenza
their - loro
roots - radici
closer - più vicino
grown - cresciuto
keepers - custodi
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