Сжигая Прошлое

The axe is sharp, the wood is dry. A raven circles in the sky. I built a fire to keep the cold from Eating up my very soul. I'm feeding it with yesterday, Watching the smoke turn into gray. Here is the photo from the trip. Here is the ticket, here's the slip. Here is the letter that you wrote. We'll force it down the chimney throat. The fire is hungry, it wants more. I'm peeling shadows off the floor. Burn it down, burn it, burn it. The embers reach the sky. Warm my hands on history, turn it into mystery. Alone in the woods, alone in the dark. I am the keeper of the spark. Fire purifies. Fire cleans. Fire makes amends. Burn it down, burn it high. Let the embers reach the sky. Warm my hands on history, turn it into mystery. Alone in the woods, alone in the dark. I am the keeper of the spark.