Capo II I thud on a drum barely a span long the rough barrel-beat was my cradlesong You ask why I keep still why I don't pour it out into the night You know You know if it rises and floats It effaces every piece of light Foreign what my lips say Foreign my hair, my dress Foreign what your eyes ask about this strangeness You ask why I keep still why I don't pour it out into the night You know You know if it rises and float It effaces every piece of light When scream masses on wound I want to meet you When the great testimony from your branches trickles down Here my soul grows 'til it smashes above the scene, the balcony