Laulunsanoja:
Great Lake Swimmers Ongiara

Well the ropes are taut, And the stories have all been caught. There's a frost-cover drawn on the shore, And the catcher still seems to want more. Through

You look at me with uncertainty You look at me with urgency You look at me with fear in your eyes Like you're about to follow any Don't be afraid to

I became awake From a very dark place Patchwork of fear of poorly conceived ideas With a blister of water Mark of working hands, ready to catch or cut

One thing I'll say for the less traveled way Doesn't have subtlety Has twice the gravity Get in and go and you're one with the now Turns inconsistently

There's a mark on my hand put there by the land There's a mark on my hand put there by the land There's a mark on my hand put there by the land There'

Backstage with the modern dancers She was stretching her arms, Configuring her body. While they were breathing, they were shouting. She was concentrating

Why are we fighting, why are we fighting? Kicking and screaming, scratching and biting. Keeping it going, wherever we're going. Generations are generating

I became awake, From a very dark place, a patchwork of fear, of poorly conceived ideas. With a blister of water, the mark of working hands, Ready to

I was lost in the lakes And the shapes that your body makes That your body makes, that your body makes That your body makes The mountains said I could