In the shadow of a effile wind
I am not dreaming, i am not in bed
She put her 'right' to her 'left' and slept and she forgot
I'm counting my age backwards
I'm in the hammock
My hand is outstretched, caress that time
She finds herself in me
Undresses, sleeps in my bosom
I'm counting my age backwards
I'm in the hammock
My loves, my passion, my forbiddens
Spike in the corner, my forgotten children
What i understand is not as telling
I'm counting my age backwards