Bird

Every object you touched in your dreams
I got up in the morning like a great mystery
Don't tell me that I'm a bird being aimed at by an arrow

And let, let the mirrors lie on our way to a hundred
Breakdown about the goodness of the arrow
What lies until the morning, don't tell me that I'm a bird
Where the arrow is aimed

And everyone said, of course, only their own excuse for the dream
And everyone contributed their weighty word
Don't tell me that I'm a bird being aimed at by an arrow

Do you know the symbols of good and evil?
And according to the calculation, you're right
And every object is like a great secret of the trunk
Triggered the words
Don't tell me that I'm a bird being aimed at by an arrow
Don't tell me I'm a bird
Where the arrow is aimed

And every time among me
You lay face down on the floor
And I poured wine into glasses
Silently sat down at the table
And only after getting drunk, I realized that I was
You are that bird
Where the arrow is aimed
Don't tell me I'm a bird
Where the arrow is aimed