Sweet Redwinebird sat on my head
and I decided to marry her this spring...
We bury the skeletons
In the temple light the candles (one hundred)
Hide the revolvers in the closet and will not kill any more people
(for the time being)
The angels are singing in the sky. Bared devils in hell...
But you and I are waiting for the pilgrims ships in foreign ports
Each spring flood, even in the village pond
You can catch the star in your arms(if you are truly happy person)
In a world of change is coming:
An evil wind howls in the tunnel and tubes...
But those sunny days will never leave from us
Lute, clarinet and flute sound near our bed
Sweet Redwinebird sat on my head...