Under the spell of the sparrow of your voice
A paradise opened on my barefoot
Barely smooth, you touched me at the sundown
Sunset ray light shone, I was alone

I'm alone, nobody come today
The day is done
At least I had fun with you
With your ghost

Over the oven, distilling hate while I bake
A dense poetry for my dead end soul
Dead end song for a dead young soul
Am I talking to you or to me?
I'm again alone

I'm alone, nobody come today
The day is done
At least I had fun with you
With your ghost

Now I feel you dead, I feel it closer
Now I feel you dead, I feel it neatly
Now I feel you deader, I feel it wrong
Now I feel I'm coming to you (to you)