Pulnoc I Sweep But Don't Clean
(Milan Hlavsa/Jirina Zemanova) A strand of hair shielding my eyes No one can see With a trembling hand I remove the haze To awake my troubled eyes I am the wind I sweep but don't clean I carry the dirt farther away I am the sun I am of no use to blossoming buds or ripening fruits At times I peek from behind the clouds And shine through myself I am the rain My drops will not touch you For I am the flood ----------------------------------------------------------
