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GROUND-FLOOR HEAVEN

Then we came to where the river runs
(Howlin’, howlin’ grace)
We had water in our shoes
And tiredness in our legs and bones

There you let me lay your body down
Like a rag on recent shade
There was the branches’ swish
And the stars came high above

In the creaking of a crippled song
In the tangerine and lemon light
In the sun that washed our eyes
We found a way
To our ground-floor heaven

There was garbage all over
When we drove our roots down here
We had to wreck our hands
To make our kingdom of this wild dump

Now I see you there
And everything’s so sharp and clear
I have seen so many flowers
But I’d never really wanted one

In the creaking of a crippled song
In the tangerine and lemon light
In the sun that washed our eyes
We found a way
To our ground-floor heaven

In the night I’ll put a cover on your shoulder
And I’ll hold you ever closer
Till you close your eyes
Sitting in the shelter of an endless vault
With a willow’s trunk behind
And the river rolling by

Put a lamp in our window
For every rover passing by
We’ll put no fence around
We won’t give our land a name

Let the migrant birds
Sing their songs and draw their flights
Ground-floor heavens
Got no door, no keys, no shame

In the creaking of a crippled song
In the tangerine and lemon light
In the sun that washed our eyes
We found a way
To our ground-floor heaven

Click here for the Italian translation

Then we arrived where the river flows
(Howling, howling beauty)
We had water in our shoes
And tiredness in our legs and bones

There you let me lay your body
Like a rag on the fresh shadow
There was the rustling of branches
And the stars appeared high above us

In the creak of a limping song
In the light of mandarin and lemon
In the sun that bathed our eyes
We found a way
To our ground floor paradise

There was garbage everywhere
When we sank our roots down here
We had to ruin our hands
To make this wild dump our kingdom

Now I see you there
And everything is so sharp and clear
I had seen so many flowers
But I had never really wanted any

In the creak of a limping song
In the light of mandarin and lemon
In the sun that bathed our eyes
We found a way
To our ground floor paradise

At night I will put a blanket on your shoulders
And I will hold you ever tighter
Until you close your eyes
Sitting sheltered by an endless vault
With a willow trunk at our backs
And the river flowing beside us

Put a lantern at our window
For every passing wanderer
We will not put fences around
We will not give our land a name

Let the migratory birds
Sing their songs and trace their flights
Ground floor paradises
Know no doors, keys, nor sins

In the creak of a limping song
In the light of mandarin and lemon
In the sun that bathed our eyes
We found a way
To our ground floor paradise

THE CROWSROADS • 3923706803 / 3404582812 • thecrowsroadsdate@gmail.com