End of May
bloomy
close your eyes and roll a dice
under the board there is a compromise
if after all we only live twice
which life is the runroad to paradise
don't say a word
here comes the break of the day
in while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
close your eyes and make a bet
faced to the glare of the sunset
this is about as far as we get
you haven't seen me disguised yet
don't say a word
here comes the break of the day
in while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May
close your eyes and make a wish
under the stone there's a stone-fish
hold your breath,then roll the dice
it might be the runroad to paradise
