In case time drags me to deserted beaches Today I close the book of dead hours I make clay birds I make clay birds and I make them fly In case time drags me to deserted beaches Today I reject lowliness, abandonment and sorrow Not a blank page anymore I feel the astonishment of a lonely present On the maps I get lost, I sail through their leaves Now the wind blows when the sea has been far away for a long time I no longer go up the slope that leads me to your house My dog no longer sleeps next to your candle In the vertices of time the feelings are nested Today they are clay birds that want to fly In the valleys I get lost, on the roads I sleep Now the wind blows when the sea has been far away for a long time When I don't have a boat, oars or guitar When the morning noise no longer sings Now the wind blows when the sea has been far away for a long time In the valleys I get lost, on the roads I sleep Thank you for watching!