Maybe a little bit vita is available somewhere
Maybe I can fill in it with life
Maybe without dying you can be person again
Maybe you can breathe a little air
Maybe one day ...
When trees develop roots
And all of them pierce on my chest
In my one roomed paper chateau
Maybe one day I wake up
When I'm alone in my broken bed
I get used to it
There's this much for me in this life
Maybe I will be content with it ...
Maybe a little bit mind is available somewhere
Maybe I can put some intelligence in it
Maybe one day
When trees lean
When wind touches my chest
When I look out from the window
Maybe I can understand ...
When I repair my bed
I cant bear loneliness
There's much more in the life
Maybe , I want ...