The birds have come back to the River shore
Winter was harsh under the pink skies and the boulevards
And I glue back together the pieces of your hearts, again
Like you were awaiting
I fall like a fly in the doorway
Under your beautiful eyes
What do you know about me, my sorrows, my forests
What do you leave for me, but your heavy carcass
Stranded on the shores of my stomach
You leave through the window
To catch the last bus
It seems to carry you far way
And the messages get lost in the way
Maybe you will come back again
The next time it leaves
And I will fall to my knees
When you will be at my door
But I don’t open for wolves no more