If you were born in a city, this poem is for you.
Hoping that deep down in your dull eyes, you’ll see blades of grass. And the people have to make the difference, but it’s nice to take a break.
To swap this delinquent life for a rose.
It’s the anthem of the countryside. Of our rivers, of our mountains. Of the life, humanity, of the animal world. Shout it loud, use your vocal chords!
No jobs, no diplomas; everywhere the same smell. Nothing makes your neurons shake anymore, not even the h*** you put in your j*****
Go somewhere else, nothing binds you here
Go fast, do something with your hands
Don’t come back, you have nothing here
Sit down next to a river and listen to sound water makes against the ground.
Say to yourself that in the end, hey, there’s the sea, And that’s not ephemeral at all.
Then you’ll understand you have nothing. Like the one before you, the one to come; That the liquid slipping through your hands will be useful to live until tomorrow morning.
Sit down next to an old oak and compare it to the human race. The oxygen and the shadow it gives you.. Does it deserve the blow of the axes that make it bleed?
Raise your head, look at its leaves. You might see a squirrel staring at you proudly.
Its house is there, you’re in the threshold…
These are the lyrics of the song L’hymne de nos campagnes. It translates from french to something like The anthem of our countryside. My french friend showed it to me and I thought the lyrics told a beautiful story that I could not put in better words. Hope you enjoy them, have a listen to the song too 🙂
My fourth audio bit is here too! I’m quite happy with this one, let me know what you think.
ASMR for the soul 