And in twilights I shall carry you,
To the palace of winds.
To a land, with no maps,
No borders.
Just you & me, walking hand in hand.
Laughing.

I shall not cry over you.
I will rope you in filthy white sheet,
The one we made love on.

I shall keep my promise,
And will come back for you.

Your ghost will come down,
Looking for me.
I'll be in the orchard, eating rotten plums,
From your filthy hands.

Let me tell you about winds, my love.
About the cave of swimmers.
About you & me...dieing.

And when dusk arrives,
I shall find the plant-
The one which you cut his heart in the night,
And in the morning-he you'll be full again.

I shall keep my promise,
And will come back for you,
My love.