Mother - Борис Гребенщиков

This city is on fire tonight,

Sweet forest fire silent and unseen.

The sleepers awaken,

Your eyes are open I know you’re smiling at me.

Some people say you’re not here anymore,

But your trees stand proud and laugh and let them pass.

So mischievous and holy

And this is a question I’ll never want to ask.

There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing;

There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea,

I am your child, mother

Crying to be consoled, I recognize you now.

Do you recognize me?

There’s a part of me that wants to be silent

Immersed in your movement.

Stung by your grace

And here is your song, and I’ll sing it,

I’m coming home

I’ve never been away.

There’s a moon out there and she wants to be growing;

There’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea,

I am your child, mother

Crying to be consoled, I recognize you now.

Do you recognize me?

There’s a moon out here and she wants to be growing;

Here’s a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea,

I am your child, mother.

Crying to be consoled, now that I know you,

Recognize me!