whistling girl

• wovenhand'in mosaic albümde yer alan başarılı bir şarkısı.
  
  a whistling girl
  among his flock of sheep
  lay breathing backward rest assured
  of elijah and gods birds
  
  it will fall to us
  it will fall to us
  
  inside the home the folk pine grow
  where hearts are fire sparks are thrown
  is all that glitters
  this terrible weakness
  
  it falls to us
  it falls to us
  from his holy hill
  by his perfect will
  
  through the open eyes
  soul tonight
  his yolk is easy and his burden light
  kiss the sun lest he be angry
  and you perish in the way
  
  the rivers of the sky are dry
  a roll up like a scroll
  down below
  we tend to the forgetting
  forgetting what we know
  the sun slips from your shoulder
  as you enter in the wood
  without thought of thorns
  without thought of thorns
• bir muhteşem şarkı daha, ama yine entry sayısı yok denecek kadar.