The bird from the other side of the world comes to sing its somber song and gently hypnotizes me it's love it sings of it's love, surely it's love and it sings mournfully and returns to cross its deserts and open its boxes and it fascinates me simply it's fear it leaves behind it's terror, surely it's terror when it returns, it arrives black full of coal and iron and it tattoos me softly and flows it's despair it overflows with it's despair
