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Suling
vom Album Bali Nights
Lyrics
One bamboo one breath one song
The rice field holds the note and waits
A dew drop falls from leaf to leaf
The flute player does not look up
Suling the island's lullaby
Suling the island's lullaby
His breath becomes the melody
The melody becomes the wind
The wind moves through the standing rice
And carries what he cannot say
One breath becomes a bridge between the player and the night
And for a moment there is no difference
Suling the island's lullaby
Suling the island's lullaby
The silence in between the notes
Is louder than the notes themselves
A cricket fills the space then stops
The bamboo breathes again
The deepest night holds still for this
One man one reed one column of air
The island listens with its soil
And answers with the dawn