The Earth - a perfect God's land phone,
He has a chance connect me through the trees,
Through rains, through buzzing of the bees,
I'll swear, I'll never change a ringtone
And when a rain is coming down to naked trees,
I ' m answering the phone, not feeling alone...
My veins are wires, I ' m dialing through the bones,
I feel the presence of the honeybee, though it is overseas
There are no roads below the ground, yes, there are not,
There will be no smartphones in your abandoned grave,
So download the sound of the honeybee into your brain, and then click " save",
Calm down, it's not a last call in your life, it's not!
Pick up the pipe, it's priceless, and no matter for which sum it has been bought,
And, please, stop thrilling to last bone, no matter what