like a snowflake swimming down the mountain´s air currents
that don´t really belong to the mountain or to this world
and this chant i give to you
full of bumps and rugged corners
so that it may polish in your heart what it could not with my hand
this chant and my heart
open and full
dark in the night
where the fingering rodabell grows
behind tall grass high up on the hill
only at night does my rodabell flow
only at night can you drink the tea made from its mysterious grey flower
only at night
for then you can see
the veins in the petals and the truths of the immortal
the soul and the mouth
this chant and its technology
belong to the bearer
who is brave enough
to look at her own reflection in the dark
and then slap the surface of the water
to create distortion and change
only the elders
of our future can show us the way
their home is near
they always stay inside
waiting for a visit
of our imagination
and our will
claim this holy booty
and spill your own blood
to appease the monsters
that create their own
hug this time
squeeze it
its unique
and it will not come back
enter the sun
and with it the new days
that for a moment will seem still
but the growing hum will give them away
and the nostalgia will hit
followed with structure
and then this ancient chant
overlaid with it´s new flavor
of lightness and high tones
it will make you move
physically and emotionally
with the strength of a thousand violins
and without any violence
spores and fires
will feed our mouths
our souls
the drop will dance with the spark
they will make children
resembling hope
but they will be more dependable
and present
awa neh
yes
awaneh
dont know what it means but it rolls of the tongue real nice
try it
awa neh
awaneh
awaneh
glorious is this day
may it serve you
and gladden you
and remind you
that love has many faces
and only one asshole
