from work Gaia The petal sky and the rosy dawn The world turning on the burning sun Sacred wet green one we live on Gaia Run run run run said the automobile
mother earth behind, Gaia. As if you were your own creation, as if you were the chosen nation. The world around you, just a rude and dangerous invasion, Gaia, Gaia, Gaia
Vertimas: Taylor James. Gaia.
