French For Rabbits - The Weight of Melted Snow

In the South it is dark
But it's hard to imagine them sleeping
When here in the North, I can't hear through the noise
Of the bodies all moving and breathing
And the breaking of bread, and the toil and the sweat
In the South it is quiet
All the bodies are still in their beds
Save for a few who can't find their rest
And those who awake with dreams troubling them

Sadness steals my body, fills my bones
A careless lark, a heavy moan
Peter pick her up or let her go
Her wings are but the weight of melted snow
Bird, I need your help, how do I know?

In the East it is dawn
And the seas are all pulling and heaving
And the seagulls are wheeling, the sailors are hauling
Up the catch before sailing in
In the West it is dusk
And the lights in the kitchen are glowing
And the smells wafting out on the streets tell a story
Peering through the windows of each passing building

Sadness steals my body, fills my bones
A careless lark, a heavy moan
Peter pick her up or let her go
Her wings are but the weight of melted snow
Her wings are but the weight of melted snow
Bird, I need your help, how do I know?