Winter cross my wings
Smugglings in the water
With the whisper of waves
Writing words on the step of world
Suddenly I feel it in my self
Sensation on my fish flesh
Songs in the silent breath
Sincerly fall down and feel fresh
Crash down my body
Crossing Deep the river
Now im property of nature
Im floating, face down
Im dreaming with the rithm of the water
In this oniric living of the dead