«The Ñuckoo bird»
How many songs are still unwritten
How many? Tell me, my Ñuckoo bird, sing along.
Should I live away or just stay close by,
Burning like a giant star or lying like a silent stone? A stone...
My dear sunshine, look in my eyes
My hand is turning into a fist
And if there’s the powder, gimme some fire
That’s it. That’s it.
Who will walk a lonely road of emptiness?
Strong and brave had fallen down on the ground
Of the battlefield, the battlefield.
Not so many left in my memories
With a clear mind and a firm hand
They’ve just been killed, been killed
My dear sunshine, look in my eyes
My hand is turning into a fist
And if there’s the powder, gimme some fire
That’s it. That’s it.
Where you’re wandering on your own, my will?
With whom you’re meeting now your sunrise
Just tell me, tell me.
I feel fine with you and I feel lost without
I Put my patient head & shoulders under lash
Let it be, let it be.
My dear sunshine, look in my eyes
My hand is turning into a fist
And if there’s the powder, gimme some fire
That’s it. That’s it.
My dear sunshine, look in my eyes
My hand is turning into a fist
And if there’s the powder, gimme some fire
That’s it. That’s it.