Voices Yoko Kanno

The first word was "dream"
From the middle of sleep
Which secretly accompanies
The darkness in my heart

The second word was "wind"
Directing my journey
From God's arms,
Fanning wings

As if counting
the melting sorrows,
Yet another golden
apple fell

Not even looking at the scenery,
There is the place you're going
With merely a single life,
You struggle to reach that place

An old magic book;
moondrops; the curtain of night--
Only a premonition of meeting someday

we can fly
we have wings
we can touch floating dreams
call me from so far
through the wind
in the light

The third word was "hum"..
Caught by straining ears
As I softly release
Your trembling arms