Every day the same thing,
The thought that he had found
Now under the skin ...
I'm not the one
Who was the night beside you,
On your friendly booze,
The apartments, which is akin to garbage ...
The child was a playful way,
Now he's a bird,
Bute inciting wings and the wind off,
Calling the decisive flight
He's not a boy,
No Dummy
He nursed a proud, strong body,
The solo flight
He will gain the full value of life,
And on the cold black rocks,
Over the smooth surface of many tons of water,
Dipper constellation bears,
For light ghostly stars
All life in the dream ...