HIDE

“Hide” is our second album, the most demanding, intense, and profound work.
We dedicated to it all our energy, time, spirit and mind for two years.

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LYRICS

01. fade under

So far now
I can hide
void calling
from inside

My fate is not in my name
my fate is not in my illness
my fate is not in my time

Bloom under stone
fallen blackbird
you’ll sing louder
I will learn to

For a thousand years and
for a thousand miles
for the only voice
that calls for my time

Fade under

02. hoar frost

Runs (the) northwind, (runs
and it comes) to land
(It takes) all scents
(and it wakes) our flesh
(and it flows through the bones)
old fears undressed.

(And it comes the) grey veil
(down on) our heads
(It fades) all shades
(and it spread) silence
(to call the rest)
like seeds embrace the earth.

Inside mist
under barks
between us
iced snow melts

Runs the cold wind, runs
and lift up our breaths
signs the skin with its marks
and it burns our scars
no cold, or wind
could hurt the dry tree

Comes the long night, comes
blowing through our hair
and it fades all flames
and reveals the shapes
to walk the lines
and find what beats inside.

03. red sun

04. kominn heim

Icelandic

Ég bað þau um að hleypa mér
Að hleypa mér aftur heim
Ég bað þau að sleppa mér
Sólin brennir á mér bakið
En mér er sama

Ég bað þau um að hleypa mér
Að hleypa mér aftur heim
Þurrt gras er óþægilegt
Ég geymi þyrna
Þurrt gras er óþægilegt rúm
Ég geymi þyrna
Þurrt gras er óþægilegt rúm
Ég geymi þyrna

Hrafnarnir éta af bakinu á mér
En ég bað bara um að fá að fara heim

Ég bað þau um að hleypa mér
Að hleypa mér aftur heim
Ég bað þau að sleppa mér
Sólin brennir á mér bakið
En mér er sama

Ég bað þau um að hleypa mér
Að hleypa mér aftur heim
Þurrt gras er óþægilegt

Ég geymi þyrna
Þurrt gras er óþægilegt rúm
Ég geymi þyrna
Þurrt gras er óþægilegt rúm
Ég geymi þyrna

Þau sögðu að ég gæti farið núna
Þau sögðu að ég gæti farið núna

Núna er ég loftið
Núna moka ég jörðina
Núna get ég flogið
Núna er ég loftið
Og ég er trjábörkurinn
Og ég er ræturnar
Og ég er mykja
Og nú er ég kominn heim

English

I asked them to let me go
to let me go back home
I asked them to let me go
The sun burns my back
I don’t care

I asked them to let me go
to let me go back home
dry grass is an inconvenient ground
I keep thorns
Dry grass is an uncomfortable bed
I keep the thorns
Dry grass is an uncomfortable bed
I keep thorns

The ravens are feasting on my back
but I only asked to let me go back home

I asked them to let me go
to let me go back home
I asked them to let me go
The sun burns my back
I don’t care

I asked them to let me go
to let me go back home
dry grass is an inconvenient ground

I keep thorns
Dry grass is an uncomfortable bed
I keep the thorns
Dry grass is an uncomfortable bed
I keep thorns

They told me I can now
They told me I can now

Now I’m air
now I dig the earth
now I can fly
now I’m air
And I am the cortex
and I am the roots
and I am manure
and now I’m at home

05. unhidden

06. heal tHe tree

Heal the tree and
eat the fear and
hear your beat in the sea
for healing
Feeding the restless
filling crevasses
Darkest abyss
has never an end

Ariv l’òr e
A réint arivarëmm
A réint l’òr
Ariv, arivarëmm

I am a stray man
in a strangers’ shell
where am I
hold the thread in my hand

(Italian)

Rema (Row)

Rema (Row)

07. hear me

Solstice firefly (Ask your favor)
Dying flowers (Ask your favor)
Climbing ivy (Ask your favor)
Devious ergot (Ask your favor)
Late born green buds (Ask your favor)
Winter blackbirds (Ask your favor)
Running rabbit (Ask your favor)
Deafening barn owl (Ask your favor)

Biting cold wind (Ask your favor)
Pitiless iron (Ask your favor)
Dusty earthground (Ask your favor)
Soothing dew drops (Ask your favor)
Banks of grey fog (Ask your favor)
Highest echoes (Ask your favor)
Sacred water(Ask your favor)
Gentle grass field (Ask your favor)

Hear now, here I am
(Wise forefather, seer foremother)
Hear now, here I am (Liminal sun, leading moon light)
Hear now, hear me (Bowels of depth, craved mercy)
Hear now, here I am
(Time inside hay, thousand lives)

Hear now
Hear me
Hear me now
I’m still here
Why am I
Hear now hear
Here now hear

08. wind kommt

German

Neue grashalme
wachsen in der ferne aber
ich kann horen

Hohler baum
eisen rostet
an mir
staubfelder

Alter strom
nimm einen atemnzug
bring mir sturmische lüft
lass mich atmen

Wind kommt
nimm ihn

Alter fluss
bring meine lymphe
lauf durch mich hindurch
entfache das feuer im mir

English

New blades of grass
grow in the distance but
I can hear

Hollow tree
iron rusts
on me
dusty fields

Old stream
take a breath
bring me stormy winds
let me breathe

Wind comes
take it

Old river
bring my lymph
run through me
light the fire in me

09. black feathers

Drops and leaves
nails of steel
through the dawn the resin burns
Hear the drums
mark your beats
from tonight you’ll never rest
Echoes grow
road engraved
all your words are lost in waves
Say their name
let them go
say the name and free the crow

Calling clouds
by my side, to hide my sight
Calling clouds
to ride my rise

Black feathers
bloom out
from our thorns…

…and your blood will flow

…and I see your souls

…and my wings will grow

…and I’ll take back what you stole

10. anma ed preia

Dialects

(Milanese Dialect)

Truna e piöv
vüsen i alber
semm fa de
scendra e umber
scighera e
un sic de pulver
sira de véent
fümm de sórte

(Modenese Dialect)

Strëlla
vera’n spirai
Strëlla
ten’l avert

Fiōcan sëndri
févra, insàni
bruṡèn in tàl vein
desdèn sanghev

Sëndra
tèra e òss
Sëndra
chèrna e fógh

(Both)

Anma ed prèia
Anma ed prèia

(Modenese Dialect)

Strëlla
vera’n spirai
Strëlla
ten’l avert

(Milanese Dialect)

Cör de föj
spìin e sàang de
lor che
vören dumà
bev

English

Thunders and rain,
the trees howl.
We are made
of ashes and shadows,
fog and
a pinch of powder.
Windy evening,
smoke of fate.

Star,
open a chink.
Star,
keep it open.

It’s snowing ashes
fever, dreams
burn in the veins
they wake up blood.

Ash,
earth and bones.
Ash,
flesh and fire.

Soul of stone.
Soul of stone.

Star,
open a chink.
Star,
keep it open.

Heart of leaves,
thorns and blood of
them who
only want
to drink.

11. night path

12. worthy end

Assuming it’s so over there
that there is nothing after hell
you’ll blame yourself, you’ve slept all life
you’ll blame yourself, you’ve wasted your life
So you have to stop looking back here
the hardened ground you’re stepping on
is a dead turf, burned with idleness
is like dead moss, lying on a stone

Bring me strength and bring me health
and give me help to take back reins
My water source quenches my road
wet and sprout the plants that will guide me
towards a more worthy end

Worthy end.