From the recording Echoes of a Tender Heart
“A Hundred Wounds” is a quiet meditation on memory, longing, and the gentle ache of love that never truly leaves. With vivid images of sunlight, dry leaves, and old streets, ÉLYEN captures the fleeting beauty of past intimacy — and the enduring emotional marks left behind. A delicate and poetic journey through echoes of tenderness and pain.
Lyrics
Sometimes, sunlight through the window makes me remember,
Sometimes, I hear the footsteps that might be yours returning,
The days that just came are now distant and gone,
The days that just left took the warmth along.
Sometimes, in the breeze, I hear your words softly spoken,
Sometimes, in the leaves, I see the day that you left me broken.
Sometimes, sunlight on the streets of the past makes me yearn,
Sometimes, in the midnight rain, my soul begins to burn…
Sometimes, on dry leaves, I see a stream’s gentle flow,
Sometimes, in your eyes, I see a small shadow.
Every day love came, it was tender and near,
Every day love left, it was empty and clear.
Sometimes, in the wings of birds flying in the night,
Sometimes, in your hair, I smell the fruit so ripe.
Sometimes, as I walk the old streets, memories glow,
Sometimes, I feel a hundred wounds, yet my heart’s still slow…
Sometimes, on dry leaves, I see a stream’s gentle flow,
Sometimes, in your eyes, I see a small shadow.
Every day love came, it was tender and near,
Every day love left, it was empty and clear.
Sometimes, in the wings of birds flying in the night,
Sometimes, in your hair, I smell the fruit so ripe.
Sometimes, as I walk the old streets, memories glow,
Sometimes, I feel a hundred wounds, yet my heart’s still slow…