Trying to see from in this room where it is blinding
Learning to breathe beneath the surface
Of all the wrecked up things I haul with me around

I heard singing at twilight
Trailed by belongings, I crawled forward
Into a clearing at dusk
And got a huge fire going
It grew, night fell, and I kept throwing
Whatever I could pick up into the flames

Nothing but me and all this shattered wood I've been pulling
Into a heap of flames and smoke, this is my life
And now I've lived long enough to know
That nothing's stronger than the blow
The whipping wind, the way it tеars
The sparks are full in the sky yawning opеn
Breath only very rarely song

You were singing at twilight
With your fingers moving
And I heard the same song in a dream
And I sing it now to myself
I carry it into the night
I walk and there's a fire but it's at my back
Three days of heavy rain and there's still coals