for mezzo-soprano, guitar & either oboe, clarinet or soprano saxophone Dur. 10’
Text: Orit Perlman - hebrew version by Yehonadav Perlman
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for mezzo-soprano, guitar & either oboe, clarinet or soprano saxophone Dur. 10’
Travel Songs of a Moth
4 songs
A forest of men blackened by the sunlight’s rays a billowing sleeve on a branch is waving.
A wind from the moon sends a moth with an ashened wing it flickers through the leaves a wave of farewell.
Follow, follow my flight follow my flight, my flight.
Follow me, follow me
Through the windows of the sky’s cloudless eye
See, as I fly through subway tunnels painting dots on the walls, stripes poking hats of passersby
Follow, flitting from chin to chin
See, clasps undone, diamond rings loose their sweet sparkle Clouds turn to green and the rain falls in small sharp spears
See what I can do, a small moth Kissed by father’s frothy lips. Follow.
So here it is the darkest moment of your life
Your feet are turned to stone, your soul now will float away.
A forest of men blackened by the sunlight’s rays
A moth flies between them
Ash wings, saphire eyes.
