You already posted that, #585.
Thanks.
A soft faint whisper
Iâm on the run
From riled-up masses
Across the wilderness
Arrived at the end
Been sitting at the entrance for so long
In silence and without a plan
First thereâs a storm
But youâre not moving past with it
Then thereâs an earthquake
But youâre not involved in it either
Iâm gonna pull strongly at the roots from below
Until the world above awakens
Col de ma ma daqua
A soft faint whisper
From a voice of fleeting1 silence
And if there were deluges of water
I know you wouldnât partake in any flood anymore
Even if it was going to rain meteors today
I know youâre just no longer a part of it
Iâm gonna pull strongly at the twenty-two roots
Until the world above awakens
Iâm gonna raise my voice of dissent
Until the answer blows towards me from the whisper
- âVerschwebtâ is an outdated word refering to âschwebenâ (to float), meaning something like âvolatileâ, âlost in the airâ or âotherworldlyâ.