Sang: Crows in the fog
Ind i mellem skriver og laver jeg sange, her er en om mine krager jeg lavede til en video hvor vi vandrer i sandet mens der er meget tåget ude ved Moesgård. Jeg besøger dem hver dag på alle årets dage, så jeg får oplevet naturens mange ansigter derude. Mine sange er skrevet af mig, men jeg genererer sangstemme og musik via computeren, til dels er det mange år siden jeg selv spillede guitar og til dels har jeg ikke verdens bedste sangstemme, men så er det jo godt jeg er lidt nørdet og kan få computeren til at synge og lave musikken for mig.
(Verse 1)
Through the mist, where the cold winds sigh,
Hooded crows in the morning sky.
Feathers grey and feathers black,
They walk the shore, they don’t look back.
(Verse 2)
The sea is restless, waves roll deep,
The wind it whispers, but secrets keep.
Footsteps vanish in the sand,
As the crows all gather ‘round the man.
(Chorus)
Crows in the fog, walking by the sea,
Feeding from his hand, wild and free.
Eggs so fresh and water clear,
Peanuts cracked—he holds them near.
(Verse 3)
No snow falls, just the heavy haze,
The world is wrapped in silver grays.
Silent watchers, sharp and wise,
A hundred beady, knowing eyes.
(Verse 4)
From his little bag of treats,
He gives them food, they softly greet.
A bond unspoken, but understood,
A promise held in feathers and wood.
(Chorus)
Crows in the fog, walking by the sea,
Feeding from his hand, wild and free.
Eggs so fresh and water clear,
Peanuts cracked—he holds them near.
(Bridge)
Wind may howl and tides may rise,
Still they walk where the cold mist lies.
Man and crows, side by side,
Through the fog, where echoes hide.
(Final Chorus – softer)
Crows in the fog, walking by the sea,
Feeding from his hand, wild and free.
A winter’s gift, a quiet tune,
Underneath the ghost-white moon.
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