I could cry three more times
and still it would be the same
still
this air would taste like sand
I would
take that water of those oceans
and I would
cover your body with twenty-eight tides
one which comes to me
one which brings you there
one which comes to me
one which frees you
I could cry three more times
and still I would be the same
still
I would not believe in this in those
why is it like void when you shut your voice
by red buttons and minutes and seconds tell me
how deep we want happiness to be
I will cry three more times
I will want to go back three more times
