"I was talking to a bird in the middle of the road
It was crying blood into my hands
I'm talking to this bird
I don't think you've got no troubles
Hey small! Little broken bird
He looks like the smile of a [boy] I once knew
Bird smile tricks hidden in the cheeks
And sparkle in the eyes
And sparkle in the "cheeks" same thing
Little broken bird
[.....]
I recognize you everywhere you go
I was talking to a bird in the middle of the road
The tears go stronger, like red snow in the eyes
And the feathers are red and nobody in the eyes
Come back to me little bird [.....]
#Dionysos
Idée qui m'est venue en regardant Horns ....