The stone is rolling
Strange, today the whole day there is interference in the air
Everything is like a slow motion movie
There on the screen
The stone is rolling
Living through that fear, that sadness, these funny moments
The stone is rolling, with sorrow observing comets in the sky
That are waving their tales
The stone is rolling.. the stone is rolling..
The stone is rolling
Not recognising the road, without sense, without aim, without a map
He is drastically changing his coordinates
With a stone in a pocket
He is starting to roll
He wants to reach the finish line quicker than others
And shout: ‘Set me free from this third from the Sun planet! It’s too tight for me, I cannot breathe here… I am so sick of this divided by humans land..’
I raise my eyes and I languish for kindred souls
It is too tight for me…
The stone is rolling
Every day feeling the world more intensely more lively
The stone is rolling not being able to fight the gravity
With a stone on his neck
The stone is rolling
He does not want to lie along the roads and underneath the humans feet
Rolling into the water which starts to make circles
Over the banks
Wait for tsunami