Cala Gora Barwinkow
Natty
we've met in a last train
she was a point of interrogation
and i was the first
we've made the history
nobody wanted to believe
but it was unearthly
listen to the natty dread
listen to the words i said
it would take volumes to relate
prick up your ears and listen
as she laughs as a water
she laughs by eyes people tap one's foreheads
and a mistery flies to the mist
listen...
From Letras Mania