Текст песни And Just the Birds

Elegy of silent windows
Of wind in the boughs of the trees
Of the plain of lights
Wrapped up in a grief

The crest of roof broken'n' left
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Whate shrub washed down of drops of storm
Windows bunged with rotten boards

And just the birds live here
Wanderers from distant hills
The bringing' the breath of a space
Breath of unreal impetus