THE TREES OF THE MIND ARE BLACK

moon

The very early hours of another Wednesday. A blunt homage to Sylvia Plath.

Lavínia Roseiro: lead vocals & choirs
Luca Calabrese: trumpet
Paulo Chagas: oboe, saxophone, flute, Catalunyan gralla
Fred Lessing: acoustic guitar, bass guitar, keyboards, vocals
Jeff Markham: piano
Thomas Olsson: electric guitar

LYRICS

Caí caí caí caí, tão longe
Caí caí caí caí
Flutuam no ar, tão frágeis
Caí caí caí

I've fallen far, the angels are blue
I've fallen far – float on fragile feet
Limbs and faces rigid, Luna is untamed
Her message blackness and silence
And silence, and silence, and silence

A lua é redonda, osso pálido e zangado
Puxa as marés, com xaile de corujas e morcegos

Na luz fria da mente, folhagem de ébano
A Lua a minha Mãe

As árvores garreiam, flutuam no ar

A lua é redonda, osso pálido e zangado
Com xaile de corujas e morcegos
Na luz fria da mente, folhagem de ébano
A lua é redonda, osso pálido e zangado
Com xaile de corujas e morcegos
Na luz fria da mente, folhagem de ébano

Luna is a
Pale and angry
Bone, so round
Untamed blackness
Bald and wild
Message of the
Yew tree
Trees are black in the
Planetary
Light of the
Mind