04-27-2009, 09:48 AM
To stay
In this steel-grey dress
Full of admiration for you breath.
That was that plan of mine.
Yet it turns out, that I should
Shine, sparkle, vibrate
With thoughts and ideas
I should be someone
Have a head on my shoulders
A curl on that head
An aura ‘bove the curl
And birds ‘bove the aura,
and grain for the flocks
money for the grain
and music for money
music for you
for the breath
and the steel-grey dress.
In this steel-grey dress
Full of admiration for you breath.
That was that plan of mine.
Yet it turns out, that I should
Shine, sparkle, vibrate
With thoughts and ideas
I should be someone
Have a head on my shoulders
A curl on that head
An aura ‘bove the curl
And birds ‘bove the aura,
and grain for the flocks
money for the grain
and music for money
music for you
for the breath
and the steel-grey dress.
"Chude Dziecko"