Anathallo - Hanasakajijii (Four: A Great Wind, More Ash) Lyrics
Yesterday, the land went dry.I sprinkled ash of my neighbor's urnOver the yard.Sprinkled in the hopeThat should I cut outA pie wedge,I would find gold.Buried in the groundBetween the grass and growth.Instead, the earth skin crackingAnd a great wind, more ash,Slivers of the ground burning in the eyesOf ones, who, standing there...Long ago, when it all beganThe dog would dig the groundAnd whisper, "Master, come to the garden.By your hand to the spade, cut away behind your house.Cut away for coins. Cut away to the buried...