Yellow bird fly away.
Fly away.
It is your destiny
to play with the light.

He passed the land of dreams
with volcanos in his pockets.
"Well", he said.
"Yet Another,
and more to come"

He was a great man.
Until grey fogs,
consumed his legacy.

He looked for a shelter,
it was late, too late.

He knew, that his restless heart
was a burden for them.