Black birds cut a cold dawn by black wings…
Black birds cut a cold dawn by black wings…
Black birds cut a cold dawn by black wings…
To win…
And to watch how a smoke lives above the fire,
Hiding morning light…
To scream…
And to press a pillow’s down to lips,
Biting fingers of invisible strips.
Your destiny is being on the fly
To suffer…
And to know, that there is one way of all percents
And to watch the dawn’s drops, cutting your ascent…
To flick…
To win, to scream! To die – no cry!
Your fucking life! Your Fucking life!
Imagine.. To stay behind the door
And suddenly the heavens throw you dawn
And lorn cornice brings you higher more
And your last flight from a roof is on your own.
To suffer…
And to know, that there is one way of all percents
And to watch the dawn’s drops, cutting your ascent…
To flick…