When the sun kisses only you,
my birds will come back here,
will come back with magical chants,
I will come back as chant and birds.
Along to a tree in an abandoned
hospital backyard
we were children playing bury and unbury a heart.
How you think you came up with that game?
Do you know what I believe?
That was
love complicity,
eventhough the sun kisses only you.
No one but the sun,
no one but the sun,
no one but the sun.
When the sun kisses only you,
my birds will come back here,
will come back with magical chants,
I will come back as chant and birds.