[Verse]
I speak less coherent with each passing day
I’m on a reused sofa drinking hot tea
I don’t feel at home in this world anymore
I’ve bet absolutely everything on a rudder turn
I get out of Tute’s house
And I think he’s one of the people who has it
He believed in me from day one
I take the imaginary bike, which is a pouffe
And I go in the opposite direction to Magaluf
I know that there are some trees that give more shadow
But I sit under this one like an ascetic, delta and theta waves
I swim in a river without meanders
I get out of my flat in a space suit
Conundrums, decode, son
The ends touch. I’m in a small boat with no oars
Or seats one afternoon without wind
Knowing that I’ll stay there forever
Like a marginal character of Koltès
If the heaven listened to me…
I got friends that do catcall at 4 am
Without having eaten anything solid
It makes me feel sorry and disgusted
And I see myself walking away
Like if I was a wildebeest migratory herd
A horned animal that lives in places like Lesotho
I want a little piece of land, but not all of it
I won't take a single photo
I mean I won't touch no plant or local
Word, that's not even fair or logical

[Pre-Chorus]
Leaves will no fall on that building
I remember when I had black hair, woah, that’s long time ago
I bring a twig close to my ears like if it was a tuning fork
And I hear the voice of the tree and its twin brothers:
Acacias, elms. Radio waves coming from the trunks
I stay there listening to the sermons
With my legs crossed
And then I start making crusades to other worlds

[Chorus]
A dead plant
A short life
That goes on when Samsara cycles join
A dead star
Of forty points
Sends us signs of its late light (x4)