I'm falling from the sky I want to glue wings of screams Touch the clouds full of water Once the world falls down Which I'm retreating from And moisten chapped lips Of thirsty people The clouds shatter an echo And cool my body They mirror the power Of sky in themselves
Celestial vortex of rolling greats Circles in a circle waiting Lake of thousand crystal drops Maybe waiting for the pride And then comes the fall The entire celestial crystal Will break into thousands of fragments And these will smash my face