I wanted to sing a song illuminated by the sun
I released the cloths on the poles in the air
I released the tigers and lions in the backyards
But the people in the dining room
They are busy being born and dying
I ordered a dagger to be made from pure luminous steel
To kill my love and I did
à At five o'clock on the central avenue
But the people in the dining room
Are busy with being born and dying
I had dream leaves planted in the manor's garden
The leaves know how to look for the sun
And the roots know how to look, look
But the people in the dining room
These people in the dining room
But the people in the dining room dinner
They are busy being born and dying

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