I'd tell you, but I don’t know everything
why the old wine goes with rich meals
I dig empty pockets
dig through poems book
only to offer you a smart answer
and not snoring while you waiting me.

I'd tell you, but I don’t know everything
hanging strangers in a strange life
the conformations and predictions
ghosts and dreams
the result is always odd
fucking destiny!
laugh and look like a eagle
as he blows your tired neck
and you think you are a hero
and he think you are only weird.

I'd tell you, but I don’t know everything
why the hell rain inside us so slowly and so long
and your watery hands are dripping
collecting rocks, stones, rocks in your back
and you scream like crazy on your empty shore
"so , where I been when I don’t know where I am ?"

I’ll tell you, we need to swallow the fear altogether with the old wine
and then foolish and filled
missed out and naked
we can look forwards again without desire and our footprints could be a river