Danube from Mausoleum by Pamirt

I entrusted you
With everything I left and owned
To keep from strange eyes
My sons and my summers and paper-cuts

I do not watch the mountain
I do not watch the sea
I’d rather not know
Who’s staring back at me

I flee green waters
I flee black hearts
I flee the bright, white fields
I once used to call home

My sons and my summers and paper-cuts
My confusions and burns and my simple math’s

No, you know it’s not violence
If you kill for love
It’s not violence
If you let your love drown in dark river
No, it’s not violence
If you watch that life
Leave his pale face
No, it’s not violence
If you just sit there by dark river

• Experimental
• chamber music
• gothic
• neoclassical
• Riga