How are my fingers so green
I've cut flowers
They wanted to bloom for me
And they had to die
How they bended towards my face
Like pious shy lids
I was lost in thought, I wasn't paying attention
And bent them down to me
I cut the beloved limbs
With careless courage
Then flowed their green blood
Down my fingers
They weren't crying, they weren't complaining
They died without a noise
They just appeared gloomy
Like when the sky turns grey
They could not avoid this from me
Otherwise they would have done it for sure
Where did I go to
In a gloomy hallucination
O foolish children's game
O innocent bloodshed
And it looks a lot like life
Let me close my eyes
For what is done is done
And who can stand for the future