The sky fell and I stayed below
can't survive in the sky with bare head
Three weavers ask the priest from his chair
to the roll call when the hearts are counted
A priest like a white conscience
Autumn came - I painted the sky
Autumn came - I drank tears
Autumn came - I preached about freedom
Autumn came when I drank myself play, play away
Summer ended, I went under the bridge
palms are now covered with nails
A priest ended up here also follow the
worm's figures to sprout into spongy multis.
Falling leaves even in the heartlands
Autumn came - I painted the sky
Autumn came - I drank tears
Autumn came - I preached about freedom
Autumn came, when I drank myself out of the game, out of the game
Autumn came - I painted the sky
Autumn came - I drank tears
Autumn came - I preached about freedom
Autumn came, when I drank myself out of the game, out of the game
-I can't live naked in the sky head-

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