Our children have grown teeth

song by Tudor Gheorghe (Au facut copiii nostri dinti)

For what saints, and for what Gods
Spill the lambs their blood in knives?
For what flowers of evergreen
The cuckoos sing in rusty voice?
For what flowers of evergreen
The cuckoos sing in rusty voice?

Refrain:

Our children have grown teeth
They bite their parents and grandparents,
They bite the air, they bite the land,
They bite the dead ones in the ground.

For what late mornings
Falls the mist enfolding me?
What quarter of violaceous tear
Tricks the longing, killing him?
What quarter of violaceous tear
Tricks the longing, killing him?

Refrain

No saint is dropping tears,
And paint is washed from the icons.
The drought rules the land,
And lizards think they are iguanas.
The drought rules the land,
And lizards think they are iguanas.

Refrain

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