It's the vines that I heard
singing
while I slept
of a train not so far
I heard it's getting late
And this chanting grew loud
'till my dreams were entwined
by some plant that evolved through
all of my wanderings
and I couldn't stay longer
I went outdoors
And the pines hunt the night
they're singing songs of grey
to the moon that I lost
in the narrow valley
ahh this trail grows inside o' me
it's like a twisted fate
it asks me
where are you going when the daylight breaks
and I said
"I travel alone today, sir, good morn"
I make my bed on the leaves at night
and I feel this traveling shows
at the back of my bones
and so I long just to head
for your summertime bed
but now you know
that fire calls the clay
come, come
come
In the heavy sun
I see the summer ghosts
and I hear
martyrs in search for the names they lost
and among them there's a man that I
once have loved
he said "Time is a' wastin'
the vultures are waiting"
but I said
"I travel alone today, sir , good noon."
I make my bed on the leaves at night
and I feel this traveling shows
at the back of my bones
and so I long just to head for your summertime bed
but now you know
that fire calls the clay
come, come
come
so strange is the way that I
think of home
like a night that is always
in a search of dawn
but I see it, I see it
I see that train
baring signs of the morning
made of tin
made of my longing
and I travel alone today, sir, good night.
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The moon makes a curve
on the tracks -
growing herbs
and we'll roll
on the ground
'till we'll stop with no sound
and become the floor
of the jungle floor
credits
from Hayelala,
released April 26, 2013
Written & Composed by Nitai Kallay
Arranged by Hayelala
Lead Vocal, Acoustic Guitar – Nitai Kallay
Double bass – Soof Nikritin
Drums – Yuval Kaufmann
Percussion – Nur Bar Goren
Tenor & Baritone Saxophone – Ori Ehrman
Trumpet – Eylon Ron
Electric Guitar – Yuval Maayan
Violin - Daniel Hoffman
Recorded & Mixed at StudiaSoul Creative-Space by Tomer Salman
Mastered by Wil Hosier
E.P Graphics Designed by Odelia Liphshiz