Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Middle of March, artist - Lysistrata. Date of issue: 17.10.2019
Song language: English
Middle of March |
| Wednesday, late morning middle of March |
| The sun’s just popped out from behind the clouds |
| There’s a cold breeze that doesn’t seem to be |
| Coming from any particular direction |
| I can hear ten times more birds |
| Than I could yesterday |
| And their chirping intensifies |
| the breeze turns to a strangish wind |
| Tickling the dozens of trees that surround me |
| Making their branches bend and squeak and crack |
| The sound of wood being chopped |
| Behind the stone wall that separates my garden |
| From the neighbors woke me in the early hours of the day |
| Splitting wood and blocks hitting |
| The inside of the metal wheel barrow over |
| The fast plasticity rhythm of the chippers diesel engine |
| The swinging of the axe ceases |
| I can here two men talking |
| I can’t grasp what they’re saying |
| But I can tell that the first voice is desperate one |
| Trembling with fear |
| The other is dry and fierce |
| Shaking with impatience |
| Something else strikers me |
| The neighbors dog |
| An English setter with less brains |
| Than an but more excitement |
| Than a seven year old an Christmas eve |
| And the jaw muscles of a fucking Great White |
| Isn’t barking today |
| First time in five years I haven’t heard that bastard hound |
| I haven’t seen the garden’s wife either |
| Usually at this time of day |
| She would be feeding the ducks on the green |
| Come to think of it |
| I haven’t heard a single today either |
| The wind and birds |
| The splitting and engine sounds |
| Fade out |
| Come to a halt |
| Utter silence between two heartbeats |
| In the distance |
| Sirens |
| First time in five years I haven’t heard that bastard hound |
| I haven’t seen the garden’s wife either |
| Usually at this time of day |
| She would be feeding the ducks on the green |
| Come to think of it |
| I haven’t heard a single today either |
| The wind and birds |
| The splitting and engine sounds |
| Fade out |
| Come to a halt |
| Utter silence between two heartbeats |
| In the distance |
| Sirens |
| But I can tell that the first voice is desperate one |
| Trembling with fear |
| The swinging of the axe |
| The other is dry and fierce |
| Shaking with impatience |