Satellite for broken words
There is blood on the ice flow
Something buried undertow
Precious words lost in the snow
The hunter comes home empty-handed
The catch is poor, the nets are worn
Papoose is swinging, lifeless, empty
The hunter sleeping alone
A twist of fate umbilicus
There is blood on the ice flow
Even now I still love you
I kiss the ice flower alone
The hunter comes home empty-handed
The catch is poor, the nets are worn
Papoose is swinging, lifeless, empty
The hunter sleeping alone