Текст песни Woven Birds

The plaza in the village
Where mission bells used to ring
Is now crumbled to a pile of stench and ruin

Even the swallows have vanished
No longer return every spring
All the blossoms are buried
'neath the waste

Out of the shadows grow hatred
Along the corrider crawls fear
Crushed by the promise of hope
That never returned

Watched with a hawk's trained eye
Trees grow silent fruit
'Neath a suffering sky

Those who have stayed, keep a flame
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And pass on the old rites despite the risk
But many more have left here
On mended broken wings

Turning to see your reaction
A tear drop fills your eye
But you protest not to give up or give in

Heading straight for the wreckage
Picking up a shovel and a hoe
Start putting back the bricks one by one

Numbers come out of the woodwork
Curious to see the rebirth
Above the swollen clouds
A strange sound fills the air
A silence never heard
Falling like blessed rain
And the swallows return
As the mission bells ring