Berlin

Make me the Berlin wall

I will make it fall with fists

I already did it, I'm not lying I swear to you

I can even show you my armor

I don't have any wounds anywhere on my body

However I did already cry so hard

Like a cowboy on his mount, it tore me at the sutures

But I dream that they hide things from me

Don't leave me to make the drawing of consequences and then of the causes

I dream that they hide things from me, that with the palm on my face, like on the dead, my closed eyelids

Whisked away on the colt and the star, I will know how to handle the animal, I'm cut out for it, I swear to you, look a little at my build, I'm also strong, wobbly too, as the general mechanic, I'm all seeing and all doing, I'm the best at arm wrestling

But I dream that they hide things from me

Don't leave me to make the drawing of consequences and then of the causes

I dream that they hide things from me, that with the palm on my face, like on the dead, my closed eyelids

The map I didn't drop it, I'm holding the entire world in my arms

I seem like a rifle hunting dog, I do nothing but what I've learned

And if I can still take myself under and many times I wonder why we throw ourselves to the "Oubliettes" that we lug around instead of being

But I dream that they hide things from me

Don't leave me to make the drawing of consequences and then of the causes

I dream that they hide things from me, that with the palm on my face, like on the dead,

I dream that they hid things from me, don't leave me to make the drawing....