there's a blow who flow over
there's a cloud who float over
there's a star who shines over
there's a man who dig under

as I am speaking clear, deep and without fear
those things are all the same
with meanings,
and with all the whishes

as i am speaking now,
you will find somehow
the truth and all the pain,
all the words that we have used to.

there's some dirt who flies higher,
and some hopes who strips down a worker
he looks for his face lost forever
he looks for his underground whenever

as I am speaking clear, deep and without fear
his life is still the same
with meanings,
and with all the whispers

as i am speaking now,
what is looking for?
the truth and all the pain!
he've lost his body during a bright night of sorrows.

please call him.