Flames
Marta Kreituse
Flames rising up higher
Burning my palms, burning my palms
My hair lit up on fire
Crowd's staying calm, crowd's staying calm
I tried to break free, but the fog was thick
Snow was deep and the trees were silent
They carried me on their shoulders
Through island filled with ruins and boulders
My rivers run wild
Streaming down to the dark lakes of your eyes
I see you there standing
Among the cold faces of my people
My rivers run wild
Streaming down to the dark lakes of your eyes
You moved my soul
Slowly like a gentle giant