In decubit position I hear your drone In each step of sleepiness It goes strongest! Like a maelstrom and a pression Finally you surrend!
I feel my body so light A horrifying voice takes off my concentration I try but I don't know if I can I want to dominate my senses I want to fly in search of infinite Plugged to a silver cord!
The night comes again The gutural voices startless me again This frieds my brain I can't see but I feel He wears a brown mantle And shake with a key in mouth!
I'M SURE THAT I'LL FLY AND FIND MYSELF PLUGGED TO THE ELASTIC CORD THE SILVER CORD!
