Wolves

After so many millions of nights without sleep
the crying of a baby in this forest of starving trees
it brings the wolves running
it brings the wolves running
it brings the wolves running
Drinking the sea, eating the rocks
a tree struggles to make leaves
an old woman falling from space
unprepared for all this
she hangs on
Over the stones rushes the wind
in this delicate forest as an owl’s ear
it brings the wolves running
it brings the wolves
it brings the wolves running
in this delicate forest here
The howling of wolves is without words
Night snow stars
and the hearth cracks where the wolves rest
Night snow stars
and the hearth cracks where the wolves rest
This is where the stars bow down
This is where the stars bow down
This is where the stars bow down
This is where the stars bow down