Bài hát : Hamac Of Clouds - Dionysos
Oh my baby my little one
How romantic it could be
To climb the sky
Walkin'on a stair of stars, that shining blue
And build a hamac of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoon
And *** in 'it again and again
I hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sun
Because I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this time
I'm dead like the corpse in their mother ***ing graves
How romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of clouds
A hamac made of clouds my little one
