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!