Blue and green are melting down in a seed
Sunshine makes you dream
Sunshine makes you beg
For the rain
Heavy ethereal noise will make you
Shine above the fields
Shine above my skin
Oh my little seed don't you dream yet
These walls will feed us now
These walls can help us now to ride
Blind horses and mute windmills
Oh my little stems
Please make me feel
Stronger than these clouds
Sinking in the sky
I m looking for a book
A tale where I can smell
The stories from the tears
We used to plant
In a apple tree
Standing on the road
Among vacant hills
Among cloudy walls
The man has come to me
He wants to share the noise
Can I sell to him
The secret from the wind
The secret from your bones
Burning in the sap
I carry in my lungs
Please gather the words
Leaking from my leaves
Leaking forever
But blind horses and mute windmills