Sea child and day dream crowned the old man He climbed all the time The dust without crying Rebellious cries never lie, and i don't know why They burn so brightly Fly child, she's been crying, cold and grey Merchant mentality sudden body it burns from inside It burns. Devil come gypsy vocation they found me, The violate all keepsake. But i cant desert you, you sons of sorrow, in a shipwrecked soul. The day dream found me 'in the decline of a culture, and the ghost of all things greek, the daydream found me'
