No, you didn't read wrong those few words
that I put on your white belly, whispered into your imp's ear
No, you didn't see wrong those framed pictures,
that I drew for your blue eyes, stuffed into your angelmouth
You'd be strong like a summer and roaring rapid river
You'd be strong like a leaf which falls
refrain:
And under the burdocks, brackens, ferns
A song is looking for a road to freedom
The first language, the mother of mind, ultimate
The song wants to take to freedom
I was so in pieces, as broken as one can be
when I fell down beside you, demanded for a place to lie in
I was as greedy as the smaller one can be
when I sucked blood from your blood, life from your rod
You'd be tired like an autumn, heavy with fruits
You'd be tired like a springstream from its flowing
refrain