I took off the headphones
Was listening to the wind
In the open doors
Of an empty shuttle van
The wind told me a terrifying secret:
We only have the last twenty-four hours
And you have AIDS
And that means we will die
You have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have…And that means we…
We will swallow
Medications in the hospital
We Will not think about tomorrow
We Will not turn on the television
We Will search for the fairytale kingdom on the map
In case we are lucky and can get visas
But you have AIDS
And that means we will die
You have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have AIDS
And that means we will die
But you have…And that means we…
We couldn't return the loans
And left
See you later, mothers
The neighbors have the keys
I was blowing on the eyelids while they were still warm
And the willows were weeping, and were leaving the marks
Only the lazy did not see the article in the paper
That
You have AIDS
And we are far away
But you have AIDS
And we are far away
But you have AIDS
And we are far away
But you have…And that means we…