In the morning of his birthday he decided to go in the morning of his birthday he felt he had to go it was not a matter of dreaming it was not a matter of wishing in the morning of his birthday he had to go
He will leave for a long trip In order to throw away all his burdens He will leave for a long trip to have back his wisdom and innocence innocence innocence the same or a new one in the morning of his birthday he will go
He will get lost in all that space He will get lost in all that silence He will get lost lost lost
Each morning he will feel a bit lighter Each morning he will be able to see farer Each morning he will look deeper in the sea and higher in heavens Each morning he will not be afraid of dying for this reason he will be heard by the ocean protected by the wind by the sirens (that’s me, I’m a siren) by the winds and sirens his thoughts will become his rhythm his feelings just rhythm
He will know that the red light at the horizon is not the announcement of the apocalypse just light suggesting him his way back
He will not be frightened to come back as he knows that things annihilating us are just like waves on the side on the side of a boat we have to find a balance
So following the way of Ancient Kings a sweet evening of September he will take his way back his way back from a long trip to my arms with his rhythm his birthday I’m a siren to my arms his birthday his rhythm I am a siren his rhythm his rhythm to my arms his birthday...