Depressive age hut lyrics

You're breath means leave taking

cause the cancer is marching

My bird dies with lost wings

Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain



In this hut where the childhood lives are the

tales of the moist future eyes

Your warm whispers in water drops count the

symbols for the blue times



Proud walks our landlord

with his magpie in our yard

What will become of him

Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain



In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes

Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times



Lamps break the chill of this night

In nooks of my sight

Calm in the smell of your clothes

Your shoes have no more walk with you



Burn,hut, burn forever!

Pearls for magpies and love to ashes!



In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes

Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times



Future is the multiface

Future is the short gold trace,

the coincidence-machine

and the all-answer screen