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Cold Elders, Novembers, invite after the horse thieves
Other elders from the paintings start to talk to us

I look east more often
I think I've always looked that way
The stars are drowning in the river again
Wading when the nights are bright
Louder knocking at our door
Dictatorship of the yellow leaves
Leaves falling from the trees
Have corpses on their faces

Cold Elders, Novembers, after rainy dinners
When the prophecy comes true, woe to all

I look east more often
Because that's where winter is the wildest
God has his winter table
And dwarves ride in rickshaws
Where winter's sons
Are all with albinism
Winter can be deceived by
Stroking it with the fur

Dreams are a Yes here
Dreams are a No here
In between, there is nothing
I know that
And you know...

Cold Elders, Novembers, invite after the horse thieves
Other elders from the paintings start to talk to us

I look east more often
A boy with a sketchbook
Bites of winter sun
The boy eats with a spoon
Seven fears stand at the gates
None will sleep hungry
For the seven fears, seven black widows
Are frying saffron milk caps in butter

Cold Elders, Novembers, after rainy dinners
When the prophecy comes true, woe to all

I look east more often
A small pebble from the hearth
I see what's left for us from
Sand Hucisko
Where God left us
The remnants of our roots
I wait for you to ask me where
I'll bury our two seeds

Dreams are a Yes here
Dreams are a No here
In between, there is nothing
I know that
And you know...