Bitter Branches

アーティストPJ Harvey
作詞PJ Harvey
作曲PJ Harvey
Bitter branches spreading out.
There is none more bitter than the wood.
Into the white world it grows,
twisting its roots, a swarm of bees,
twisting under soldier's feet.
Soldiers, standing in a line,
the damp earth underneath,
holding their rifles high.
Holding their young wives
with white hands.

Hold up the clear glass to see.
Hold up the clear glass and look through;
soldiers standing in formation,
the damp earth underneath,
holdinh their rifles high.
Their young wives, with white hands
wave goodbye.
Their arms as bitter branches
spreading into the white world.


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