Many songs were about love
But often in the stairwell
I stopped in the dark
Always a step behind
The land was cold in November
It climbed up my side into my eyes
Caught my feet
Then colors
Were easily mixed up
refrain:
The sea rose and fell
The moon told the time
Today the park buzzed
For the first time
The land melt and flowed
As tears
From the holes of the stone
On the neck
The street ends in the sun
I run blind the rest of the distance
I don't dodge the cracks
When my brother is waiting
refrain
On (our backs) / (my back) on the grass(1)
On the sky there is a cloud moving in a funny way (2)
When I get up
My brother winks at me
I see clearly the colors
of the grasshopper and the orange land
refrain
(From the holes of the stone onto the neck)