So desolate, I walked onward
An expanse of sand running mile after mile
In the distance the sound of thunder
Then as if a mirage at sea a village of ramshackle homes
Single story on a sandbank all with gardens of the strangest design
A flea farm,  gooseberry bushes and butterflies in net cages
Children playing, the voices of grandparents
The sea now lapping at my heels and between their twisted porches, where on earth could I be
In reality?
For I no longer walked the earth
The thunder was the howitzers shelling the beach
The vilage, that of my childhood
For my mind in its last throws had given me a thought of memory,  that of childhood and family that of loving not war
The sea and sand being of beauty
Now limbless, face down on a Normandy beach drowning.
Then darkness
Silence
Peace

In the old house
In born vilage
One bird
Like an arrow.

And fly long, long
For some time now
Something slippery
From a distance
It's time for some time.

Below the window
In my room
Cry of dawn
One bird
And nightmares
There, under the window.

On a cold night
Dream closes my eyes
I don’t know where to go tonight
Stairway busts me
Lightning whisper
Into the valley.

Shadow walk
Below lightning and thunder
It's winter and it doesn’t blossom
This night of memory is full
My spirit is a bird of a bone.

Ref.
Below the window
In my room
Cry of dawn
One bird
And nightmares
There, under the window.

Oh, you're under the window
Without you, the dawn is bright
Oh, run away from my dawn
In the distance I watch
I want to dream
It's warm sea

Oh, run away from my window.