Fragments of lyrics
Fragment 1:
... Ever since my house burned down I see the moon more clearly I gazed upon all the Eden's that have fallen in me I saw Eden's that I had held in my hands but let go I saw promises that I did not keep Pains I did not soothe Wounds I did not heal Tears I did not shed I saw deaths I did not morn Prayers I did not answer Doors I did not open Doors I did not close Lovers I left behind And dreams I did not live I saw all that was offered to me That I could not accept I saw the letters that I wished for But never received I saw all that could have been But never will be ...
Fragment 2 (sources: http://sorindanut.wordpress.com/2009/03/29/ashes-to-snow/ | http://www.bagskiss.com/?p=2278):
If you come to me at this moment Your minutes will become hours Your hours will become days And your days will become a lifetime To the Princess of the Elephants I disappeared exactly one year ago On that day, I received a letter It called me back to the place where my life with the Elephants began Please forgive me for the silence between us has been unbroken for one year This letter breaks that silence It marks the first of my three hundred and sixty five letters to you One for each day of silence I will never be more myself, than in these letters They are my maps of the bird path And they are all that I know To be true You will remember everything All will be as before In the begining of time, the skies were filled with flying elephants Every night they lay down in the same place in the sky And dreamt with one eye open When you gaze up at the stars at night You are looking into the unblinking eyes of elephants, who sleep with one eye open To best keep watch over us Ever since my house burnt down I see the moon more clearly I gazed upon all the Edens that have fallen in me I saw Edens that I had held in my hands, but let go I saw promises I did not keep Pains I did not sooth Wounds I did not heal Tears I did not shed I saw deaths I did not mourn Prayers I did not answer Doors I did not open Doors I did not close Lovers I left behind And dreams I did not live I saw all that was offered to me, that I could not accept I saw the letters I wished for, but never received I saw all that could have been, but never will be An elephant with his trunk raised is a letter to the stars A breaching whale is a letter from the bottom of the sea These images are a letter to my dreams These letters are my letters to you My heart is like an old house, who'' s windows have not been opened for years But now I hear the windows opening I remember the cranes floating above the melting snows of the Himalayas Sleeping on tails of manatees The songs of the bearded seals The bark of the zeebra The clicks of the sand The ears of the caracals The sway of the elephants The breaching of whales And the silhouette of the eland I remember the curl of the meerkat''s toes Floating on the Ganges Sailing on the Nile Bscending the steps of ...... I remember wandering through the corridors of Hatshepsut and the faces of many women Endless seas and thousands of miles of rivers ... I remember father to children ... ... And the taste ... I remember ... ... and the pealing of the peach ... I remember everything But I do not remember ever having left remember your dreams remember your dreams remember your dreams remember The longer I watch the Savanna elephants, the more I listen , the more that i open, they remind me of who I am May the guardian elephants hear my wish to collaborate with all the musicians of nature''s orchestra I want to see through the eyes of the elephant I want to join the dance that has no steps I want to become the dance I can''t tell if you are getting closer or farther away I long for the serenity I found when I looked upon your face Perhaps if your face could be returned to me now, I would find it easier to recover the face I seemed to have lost My own Feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow Feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow Feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow Feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow Feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow Feather to fire fire to blood blood to bone bone to marrow marrow to ashes ashes to snow The whales do not sing because they have an answer. They sing because they have a song. What matters, is not what is written on the page, what matters, is what is written in the heart. So burn the letters And lay their ashes on the snow Bt the river''s edge When spring comes and the snow melts And the river rizes Return to the banks of the river And reread my letters with your eyes closed Let the words and the images wash over your body like waves Reread the letters, with your hand cupped over your ear Listen to the songs of Eden Page, after page, after page Fly the bird path Fly ... Fly ... Fly ...
Fragment 3 – in chinese language (sources: http://www.bagskiss.com/?p=2278):
If you come to me at this moment a few minutes you will become a few hours your hours will become days and your days will be will become a lifelong to as the Princess I disappeared exactly one year ago In those days, I received a letter call me back to where it if my life and the elephant started Please forgive my silence between us have to insist on a year-long this letter to break the silence It was my first mark 365 letters to you one for each day of silence I will not for themselves, over In these letters They are my bird route map and they are all I know is true you will remember everything all the as usual at the beginning of time, sky filled with flying elephants They lay down every night the same place in the sky in and with an eye to dream When you look at the stars of the night you do not blink to are looking for elephants, who sleep with one eye to dream to keep watch over our best Since my house burned I can more clearly see the moon I watched already I fall in the Garden of Eden all I see my in my Garden of Eden in his hand, but let go I see the commitment I did not keep the pain I true pain, I did not soothe I do not have tears streaming I saw death, I did not express condolences I did not pray the prayer door, I did not open the door I did not close I love to stay and dream I did not live available to me I see all, I can not accept I read the letter I would like, but never received I see all the original, but never an elephant's nose with his dry rose is a letter to the Star a violation letter whale from the seabed of these images is my dream a letter that I gave the letters Your letter My heart is like an old house pillars, whose windows have not been open for several years But now I heard the windows were open I remember the crane above the floating melting Himalayan snow manatee's tail in sleep songs bearded seals bark, sand zebra click wildcat ears large Like the rock whales against and oryx, black half-length silhouette I remember curling the toes Meerkat floating in the Ganges on the sailing on the Nile up the steps ...... I remember wandering through the corridors Hatshepsut and many women face endless ocean and thousands of years of river ... I remember my father children ... ... and taste ... I remember ... ... and pretty ring girls, loud Woo ... I remember all but when I do not remember ever leaving remember your dreams remember your dreams remember your dreams I remember a long time that I see savannah elephant, I hear more, I open more, They remind me of who I am would like to hear me as the protection of the aspirations of and nature of all orchestra musicians I hope that through the eyes of elephants all I do not want to participate in the pace of [the dance I want to be a dancer I can not say clearly whether you are getting closer or farther I look I found a quiet When I see your face maybe your face if you can go back to my now, I would feel easier to recover I seem to have lost face I have changed the fire plume, fire change of blood, blood become bone, bone marrow changes, marrow become dust, variable snow dust plume changes fire, fire change of blood, blood become bone, bone marrow changes, marrow change dust, variable snow dust plume changes fire, fire change Blood, bone blood changes, bone marrow changes, marrow change dust, dust become snow birds become fire, fire change of blood, blood become bone, bone marrow changes, marrow become dust, variable snow dust plume changes fire, fire change of blood, Blood changes bones, bone marrow changes, marrow become dust, variable snow dust plume change the fire, fire change of blood, blood become bone, bone marrow changes, marrow variable dust , dust variable snow whales do not sing, because they have an answer. They sing because they have a song. anything, is not what is written on the page, anything, is what written in the heart. Therefore, the burning letters and their ashes placed in snow the edge of the river when the spring comes and the snow melt and river back to the river bank and close your eyes and re-read my letter to words and images like waves washing over your body reread the letter, your hands on top of your home into a cup-shaped ears listen to the songs of Eden read, Next, Next birds path fly ... fly ... flight ...
Freagment 3:
Feather to fire, fire to blood, blood to bone, bone to marrow, marrow to ashes, ashes to snow... Pluma a fuego, fuego a sangre, sangre a hueso, hueso a tuétano, tuétano a cenizas, ceniza a nieve...
Info
- project’s home page – http://www.ashesandsnow.org
- Gregory Colbert’s page at Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/gregorycolbert
- on YouTube:
- Ashes & Snow (1 of 5) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_tQaRnfAbw
- Ashes & Snow (2 of 5) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CRphvwOu6Bo
- Ashes & Snow (3 of 5) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hFxSohPXB18
- Ashes & Snow (4 of 5) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FfoDmNG5KTY
- Ashes & Snow (5 of 5) – http://www….youtube.com/watch?v=HWOpotFFN9w
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