bryyn - gipple



yim skinna ma 

yinne skinne mo 

sicka blah



i climbed the tree

high up just above

the last branch

that could support me



yim skinna ma 

yinne skinne mo

sicka blah



a wind swept

from the east

i did not fall

i held on tight



slowly bending

then crackling and snap

i did not fall

i held on tight



yim skinna ma

yinne skinne mo

sicka blah

blah 

omina skinna mo 

skinnina



that branch fell

i only 

descended 

with the branch



when branch stopped

i stopped with

with the branch 

in my arms

in my arms