Time to rest, rest your head
Rest in your bed
Time for sleeping, peaceful sleeping
Sleep that rests the soul

Trying to face your mortality
Without the warmth
Without tomorrow ahead
Crossing through the night you will die
Bringing your burden here to release

When you wake, we will say

“Have some juice, some orange juice
Some fresh orange juice
Fresh from orchards
My father’s orchards
From the work of his hands
From the riches of the soil”

Oh my god, will it happen so
That I will lose my eyes?
Lose my ears?
Lose my arms and legs?
To speak without a body?

To move in song?

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