Oh what have i done, but hey now, where is my sun? She´s on the run, around our world and soon she comes, lightens up my dirt with peace and fun.
With peace and fun
with heals and sons
with boys and girls
with hats and curls.
And night times comes
where do you run?
In my little corner
there is some sun.
I should never be a man, never be a race that rise someday,
i rather be a plant, being green, yellow and brown at the end,
rather be a burning star , that explodes and finally comes into a jar,
for the heart of a girl, for her life and her shiny curls.
I should never be a man, never be that species that kills someday,
i rather be a stone in the stone age long forgotten and alone.
i rather be the moon i could watch her and not die too soon,
rather be in my own order, in my own night time corner.