The Dying Bird 20.12.2000
The sun is shining bright
On the deep blue sea
Nowhere a cloud of white
A bird dies painfully in a tree
No way out of the prison called life
Is it my task to beome a pretty wife?
I hear a little baby's scream
But I don't want to hear
I don't want to be
The Lover of the dead bird
Cries out of the depth of his soul
It's the beautiful singing blackbird
In the wilderness a big black hole
Tell me, am I dying?
Say, would you be crying!?