Dark clouds gather, brother, they gather near,
East winds whisper, a constant, rustling tear.
Oh, brother, the east wind whispers, drawing near,
Dark clouds gather, brother, they gather here.
East winds whisper, a constant, rustling tear.
This earth is mine, the sky is my keep,
My brothers are twelve, the seasons sleep.
Tears are the wine, the spirit's deep,
From the clay, a diamond I reap.
Oh, dear one, from the clay, a diamond I keep.
Dark clouds gather, brother, they gather near,
East winds whisper, a constant, rustling tear.
Oh, brother, the east wind whispers, drawing near.
A burdened path, a city moves on,
Flowers adorn the palanquin, dawn.
Oh, the flowers adorn, till the new day is born.
The heart's drums beat, a rhythm strong,
With the soil, oh brother, the marriage is sung.
Dark clouds gather, brother, they gather near,
East winds whisper, a constant, rustling tear.
Oh, brother, the east wind whispers, drawing near.
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