Das Lied zum Sonntag

Nina Nastasia - Run, All You...

"Run, all you big dogs -
Chase me round the green grass.
Burn all your houses
down to their shadows,
in howling flames.
For nights we stared,
fiting at the blackened air.

Quiet, all you smoke dogs
Snarling at the willows.
Fighting in the leaves,
tearing at the hollows
of little dead dogs."

[auf "The Blackened Air", 2002]