Louise Glück - Mother and Child lyrics

We're all dreamers; we don't know who we are. Some machine made us; machine of the world, the constricting family. Then back to the world, polished by soft whips. We dream; we don't remember. Machine of the family: dark fur, forests of the mother's body. Machine of the mother: white city inside her. And before that: earth and water. Moss between rocks, pieces of leaves and gra**. And before, cells in a great darkness. And before that, the veiled world. This is why you were born: to silence me. Cells of my mother and father, it is your turn to be pivotal, to be the masterpiece. I improvised; I never remembered. Now it's your turn to be driven; you're the one who demands to know: Why do I suffer? Why am I ignorant? Cells in a great darkness. Some machine made us; it is your turn to address it, to go back asking what am I for? What am I for?