Heavy stone… got to be loaded… got to be loaded up the hill. Like the birds in the sky that moves from behind of each other… The bird in the front is the one that has to go uncovered. When a hint from the wind says It´s very soon is gonna be winter you have to fly through the crack in the sky if you can avoid the hunters. The bird in the front says that she´s paying back for something you sent her… Then you feel it´s your turn to be the one to enter the center. Heavy stone… got to be loaded… got to be loaded up the hill. (and sure it will!) I have always been invited by the path in the forest. Maybe it only does that to the poorest. The stone needs its slave to confirm that it´s fair and honest and you are flying the way that the most winding and the longest. Up the hill where it´s no more step to take on the ladder there you can see and feel all the birds covering up for the one in the middle that´s playing the fiddle.