Bullet holes, wounds, hawks
The children, the water, hope
Lions, coins, families
The red prayer in a ladie's veil

I tend you under my thick skin
So the sad thief won't find you
Tall, strong, lonesome, handy
The world has been waiting for him
Who will have missed his shot
Calling himself powerful and proud
In the straits of the sirens
Eaten by the Gods

Because everything already happened
That's how it is and will be
I adopted a sick angel
At the day of my birth

The labor room, the lights, a sentence
Silence, midwives, stolen falsities
Advices, remonstrances, remorse
Redemption, sweat, giggle