She is drunk And so he arrived alone, calm, asleep On the wings of a dead bird She knows everything She carries a glass of wine She will take A hundred thousand wise words in return Your voice, it will not move the walls But it is quite, quite like the voice of God She is alone, not so strange anymore She kisses him She has not slept for so long And you are the cooled smoke You are so used to sleep alone, calmly On the wings of a dead bird She is alone, not so strange anymore She kisses him She has not slept for so long And you are the cooled smoke You are so used to sleep alone, calmly www.mooji.org
