Paroles de Naked Hands

Wondering hands, the trees! The naked stones of grey beauty, Gathered to kiss the ground's hunger. Extatic hate upon man's reply. The war against human instinct. I summon the dirty blood of what we are covered. Still I watch the sky I see within a cry. For what we fear! For the why we leave! Naked hands, the forgotten trees. Stare as I paint the last eagle. The symbol of life The black sign of the sky. A last leaf of a tree, The only breath left. Questions have been made to give no answers On the hill I gaze the fortress Made by Nature's hands. It stares useless for the weak ones, But precious for those who know the way. Still! I watch the sky, I see without wanting to cry. For what we still believe, For the reason we live