Grow the trees in my bedroom with apples and lemons,
So that wonderful mirror could show us what happens!
Raise the lines of a poem with melodic throat
And plug into the wind by twisting a thought!
And feathers competing all rainbows in sky
Will tell us the future with bitter of lie.
So don't even dare to hurt little sparrow
With tip of your tongue, unfortunately yellow.
And if our world one day becomes narrow,
Then thank common madness for sparing the fellow.
Let leaves slowly fall to the darkness of pool
And dreams become red if you're not a fool.
Then listen to music discovering the noise,
While holding the doubts of remarkable choice.
Be fair when you're down with trickster or fraud -
It never will sound likewise truly hurt.
But coin will roll and truth will come out
Of thieves in my bedroom unspeakably loud.
May trees have the courage that I've never had
And gold of the fall will strip over bed.
While I am a sparrow, big jumps can I try
And fight with my bones till day when I die!