Luyện nghe bài hát In The Garden Of Dispersion

on ye
where ye sun horizon hides
there is
our breaths
and crux of
and some ov our hands

on ye
shadow wings fell
wind rose ye to
and we in its deep
and in plaitiv depths

recollection ov atavisms
secret ov living in ye death
and then...
the ye in the garden ov dispersion
closes ye
ye eyes
closes ye

in ov eden
ye first tree's rotting root
there's
typhon's
and came moonless
but yet ye appear'd -
picture ov sigillic
grafting in our body and mind