In decubit position I hear your drone
In each step of sleepiness
It goes strongest!
Like a maelstrom and a pression
Finally you surrend!
I feel my body so light
A horrifying voice takes off my concentration
I try but I don't know if I can
I want to dominate my senses
I want to fly in search of infinite
Plugged to a silver cord!
The night comes again
The gutural voices startless me again
This frieds my brain
I can't see but I feel
He wears a brown mantle
And shake with a key in mouth!
I'M SURE THAT I'LL FLY AND FIND MYSELF
PLUGGED TO THE ELASTIC CORD
THE SILVER CORD!