I make myself melodies from strings.
From strings that sing
in the midst of the mountain wind
to the courtyards of litle houses.
I make myself melodies
from strings.
I make myself melodies from dreams
From dreams and souls
that coo like doves
flying between laughter and sorrow.
I make myself melodies
from dreams.
Fly, fly melodies
and a song will reach a song
between ladders and windows
you sing, you build,
build the temple,
build the temple.
I make myself melodies from the prayers.
From the delegating prayers
that rise at the gates,
carry thanks, carry entreaty.
I make myself melodies
from the prayers.
I make myself melodies from steps.
From echoing steps
that shake the road
in footsteps and riches.
I make myself melodies
from steps.
Fly, fly melodies...
I make myself melodies from stones.
From stones - heavy of years
that climb buildings,
played by hammers.
I make myself melodies
from stones.
Fly, fly melodies...
