3.2.1.

few songs
wordless

in the day i've to go back to my days
in the night i've to pick up my corpses
i've found out
i've found out that i was alone all the time
and it wasn't as bad as many thought... as many said

i'm strolling
i'm dealing with uncertainty
i'm just whistling a song i don't know
i'm improvising
without any education, a real one, on music
just my taste, my rhythm... and no one ever says anything about it

i'm walkin alone

i'm whistling alone
i'm traveling light with the only thing i need to go on

myself

i see the sun
i see the moon,
i feel the wind and the water beneath
the warm fire within

and the earth that still gives me the sensation of being here