המתת השור

i will

i will fly over you world 

like a bird en partance for Africa

i will fly over you 

i will fly over all my wrotten days 

i will fly over all these bodies 

vibrand bodies of men who belonged to me 

but never their mind 

i will fly over you like an hungry crow 

flying my raven hair over the embrace of the night 

over the couch so softer are the clouds 

i will fly over you world

this time an angry bird 

lost on her way over a place where no where to rest 

no branch no tree no arm nor memories 

just the desert tanto abandonata 

   i will fly over you 

love 

i will fly over your dancing body 

ringing in a bow all my dreams in a row 

please leave the ring 

the bird is en partance from africa 

comes to marroco 

for a surer shelter 

there just sons are abandoned by their ingrate father 

there no body leaves 

everybody is dead alreadt 

i will fly over the world tired like a rimbaud flight 

and they i will let go 

and i will falll 

the dead son of my life 

i will leave for ever 

the wrotten days of my life 

i will stop being on the way to tare of a piece of humanity 

from whence there is none 

i will fly 

i will fall 

i will let go 

and i will die 

with a smile on my face 

in the air 

floating 

for ever 

away from sufferance 

from love