To my friend from above
When he was
Hats off
To my friend from above
What he smoked
To my friend from above
We will speak again soon.
Your rags on my back
Your wings in
My skin.
For my friend up there
It's nothing in flight
Dâbird
We won't stay there
We won't come back
Dâ To be nose to nose
To not be dead idiot.
To spring tales
To those of autumn
To fado.
When life lasts a long time
wash lasts a long time
And living makes you warm
Before leaving the coat
The reasons go one by one
To have another Christmas
The seasons pass I imagine
We won't stop there
We apparently don't have the time to decide
a- is there any idea
is there any idea
to run away
when it's time to talk
soon.
A my friend from above
to my friend from above
to my friend from above