You're breath means leave taking cause the cancer is marching 
My bird dies with lost wings 
Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain 
In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes 
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times 
Proud walks our landlord with his magpie in our yard 
What will become of him 
Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain 
In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes 
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times 
Lamps break the chill of this night 
In nooks of my sight 
Calm in the smell of your clothes 
Your shoes have no more walk with you 
Burn,hut, burn forever! 
Pearls for magpies and love to ashes! 
In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes 
Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times 
Future is the multiface 
Future is the short gold trace, the coincidence-machine and the all-answer screen