Hace un tiempo le prometí a Portinari que subiría algún álbum de In Gowan Ring. Aquí esta.
Un disco de una belleza exagerada. Instrumentos fabricados manualmente. Brisa en las letras. Delicado hasta romperse. Y la voz de un trovador contemporáneo, artesano, limpia como ninguna; B’eirth.
Bucolismo extremo. Piecitas de medianoche. Exquisito.
In Gowan Ring - Hazel Steps Throug A Weathered (2002)
The wind that cracks the leaves
Has scattered all the seed
Lo, the light limned low
Low to the ground
The time is all I own
And time is come and gone
The limbs of life left low
Low to the ground
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
The sight that holds my eyes
Has made the lovers blind
Alike their love laid low
Low to the ground
I sound the oath to sit
In thrall of weathers wit
Ally the languished lips
Low to the ground
To the ground
To the ground
To the ground
The seed that left the tree
Will carve a thousand leaves
And let them all to cleave
Low to the ground
Wind away the hours
laid up to the sun
Hide behind two towers
When all the world's work is done
Set a life upon the way to bide
All that bodies become
Left alone along the lay to bind
All the mind has shunned
Gather up the flowers
Born up from the womb
Hasten lest they sour
A deed brought to the tomb
Catch the longing dream that time beguiles
From cradle to the bone Careless as a willow
Lonely limbs just limp in life awhile Constant as an oak
To touch the weathered home Ages churn and wallow
Through hands pass as they grope
Past and future splayed astride
The hollow heaving chest
Gnarled hands curve to inscribe
The fading notion useless
Heedless shall we swallow
Our riddles never spoke
With the merit of no answer
To meliorate the joke
Wind away the hours
Laid up to the sun
Hide behind Two Towers
When all the world's work is done
