The the cloud
Shall come
A misty evening
With the cafes swelling with smoke
Little man sings into
His glass of beer
Of the most beautiful loss
In front of him
Suddenly
Wind and sea
A sinister breeze

That the night shall come
On the bridge that s

Vient le nuage
Un soir de demi-brume
Les cafés gonflent de fumée
Le petit homme qui chante
Dans le verre de bière
Du plus bel abandon
Devant soi soudain
Vents et marée
Le miroir brisé

Vient la nuit sous le pont qui brille
Sous la lune encore un peu de vi

Last night i fell
Ding dong dang
In a red glass of vine
I mean a glass
Of red vine
And i saw double
It was hard yeah
Ding dong dang
Try to walk walk straight
Somebody swore
That saw me
Trying to fly away

What did i do
Mondie'
Je suis per

For miles
Only
Wind and water
Sweep
Roar
And now try to look
Through the mist
And...
Strain my eyes
To see what
Is behind
A fading memory
Little old
Weary man
Walk in my mind
Fading memory
The dew
Shines upon
The lotus bloss

A moonless night
On the first snow
Love wore a face
Charming but strange
Eyes without lids
You

Time flew away
From here and there
I did not see
Eternity

Above a sea
Of golden faces
Silence and cold
Of lunar grace
I ate a star
You

In the clear
June lighting of a
Sunday morning she lies

A soundless dream
Blows into her sleeping head

The way she
Drops from her chaos
And slides to his smiling

A warm wet summer breeze blows
Into her lying down head
The water, veil
Under the u

Here's another story
To unfold made of secrets left untold a young girl
Who said yes to the night found
Herself at the "hotel sunrise"
"Room number twenty-five, please"
A man was standing by her side

So that night she slept with him
His name was Tim
She spent th

I can not be certain of
Any event or place
Moving without effort
We will do the job for you
You've seen a strawberry
Mr Robinson behave
Mr President says
That everything is under control

We normally use
Only ten percent of our minds
Try the new color-sta

Float
Without rest
Like the space
Between
The nightwalker's eyes

Lost
In its caves
Then I stopped
Climbed the bank
To see the game

Summer red fragrances around the lids
Green fishes flickering under the skin...

June is
Following
A spot of light
Move on
A blue carpet
She
Can spy it through her private window

She can
See something
Is missing maybe
"wWe are at the point"
She said to her husband
"Where's the sky?"
She feels it no more

You know dar

In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
and a prince and a big purple bear.
Lives my favorite girl,
unaware of the worried frowns
we weary grown ups all wear.
In the sun she dances to silent music,
songs that are spun of gold
somewhere in her own litt