FireweedAfter all the flamesIn the morningQuiet ashes fellFor hours and hoursAnd in the morning riseWe planted our skinLike a seed in the groundSo we dug ourselves a holeWe planted all our skinLike a seed in the groundTo grow againWhere the fireweeds growWhere the fireweeds growWhere the fireweeds growUma cantiga que me parece apropriada aos tempos que vivemos.Alguma coisa nascerá das cinzas. Tomara que ainda por cá ande.ZM
FireweedAfter all the flamesIn the morningQuiet ashes fellFor hours and hoursAnd in the morning riseWe planted our skinLike a seed in the groundSo we dug ourselves a holeWe planted all our skinLike a seed in the groundTo grow againWhere the fireweeds growWhere the fireweeds growWhere the fireweeds growUma cantiga que me parece apropriada aos tempos que vivemos.Alguma coisa nascerá das cinzas. Tomara que ainda por cá ande.ZM