作曲 : Dragos Chiriac
Easy and composed
Retired in some place
Containing its mood
From urging its pace
Shoulders and neck
Are much more at rest
When numbers are small
And grasp you, I shall
And then
I breathe
Intone
And I rest…
Alone
I breathe
Intone
And I rest
And then
I breathe
Intone
And I rest
Alone
I breathe
Intone
And I rest
Fingers clap. Snap!
Was it my turn
Add my tepid talk
To the rowdy flock?
I care only to loose
Myself in reserve
If waves around clash
I leave in mild thoughts
And then
I breathe
Intone
And I rest
Alone
I breathe
Intone
And I rest
And then
I breathe
Intone
And I rest
Alone
I breathe
Intone
And I rest