In the eye of the bird that flies before you
From the winter a crow keeps
A conversation
Spoken in the same tone
So no one can distinguish
Between questions and answers
What is captured in the eye
What has taken you a lifetime to achieve
Seems despicable to you today
A bitterness-free heart
Seems despicable to you today
A leaf wilted by the sun
Seems despicable to you today
From the winter a crow keeps
What it sees: your closed eyes
In the eye of the bird that flies before you
You will see yourself
Leave yourself behind.