"Unseen" (Intro — drones de cordes graves, duduk lointain, voix qui entre comme une prière sans dieu) Aïe nara… velathïm Sorath… kaïa neth (vocalise — pas des mots — une douleur qui n'a pas besoin de langue) [Couplet 1 — voix parlée sur drone, anglais sobre] She was twelve when they closed the school She stood at the gate and did not understand Then she understood And understanding was the end of childhood They gave her a color to wear And called it modesty They gave her a silence to keep And called it virtue They took her name from public space Her face from public light Her future from her own hands And called it God [Montée vocale — vocalises Lisa Gerrard, cordes qui s'élèvent] Aïe… aïe… velathïm nara Sorath kaïa… sorath kaïa… [Couplet 2 — voix pleine, anglais] But she kept something In the hollow of her chest A fire so small They didn't think to look for it She wrote in secret Learned in secret Walked in secret Lived in secret The bravest thing she ever did Was exist On a Tuesday In a city that had decided she should not [Refrain — vocalises pures, orchestre complet, pas de mots — la douleur dépasse le langage] (Lisa Gerrard ne met pas de mots ici parce qu'il n'y en a pas) Naïa… sorath… velathïm Kaïa neth… aïe nara… Velathïm… velathïm… [Couplet 3 — voix nue, presque parlée] The men who did this Were not giants Were not warriors Were not soldiers of any God worth fearing They were afraid Of a girl with a book Of a woman with a voice Of a face that thought for itself Cowardice needs a uniform Cowardice needs a law Cowardice needs a holy text To do what cowardice does [Pont — cordes seules, duduk, silence entre chaque ligne] And somewhere else In a city of lights and choices A woman wraps the same cloth Around her free head And calls it hers (silence) And it is hers (silence plus long) She does not know What the cloth costs In Kabul On a Tuesday When the school gate is locked She cannot know She was not there (silence) This is not her fault (silence) This is the distance Between two worlds That never learned To speak to each other [Montée finale — orchestre complet, voix au sommet, vocalises qui brisent] One woman dies for the right to choose Another chooses without knowing the price Both are human Both are real But only one is paying Only one is paying [Refrain final — vocalises seules, cordes, tout monte puis] Naïa… sorath… Velathïm kaïa… She had a name She had a name She had a name (silence) Say it (silence absolu) *[Outro — drone seul, duduk qui s'éteint, une voix de femme très lointaine, langue afghane inventée, s'efface] Velathïm… Velathïm… (rien)