The omens of war
The angels of silence
Were beating their most muted drums.
I was a child
I knew how to listen with my skin.
I heard them in your caress, mother.
Background: my mother speaks.
The angels of silence
Were beating their most muted drums.
I was a child
I knew how to listen with my skin.
I heard them in your caress, mother.
Background: my mother speaks.