Through Bush We Bounce - MGK 3.1-3.2

Through bush we bounce, poor folk we are, 
we struggle night as day (both dark). 
We know not what we are, or why, 
we know not earth, we know not sky.
But somehow, somewhere, someone knows. 
This we feel, and we propose: 
Some mysterie beyond our brains 
formed this mountain, summons these rains!
Collected by Rau Cartuar, translated by TMHS
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