I dreamed i was a little bird
And flew up hunted by a kite.
I lost against it in a fight
Then waked up wisperin' holy words.
I was afraid of that bad dream,
Of being nothing, being dead.
The kite had eaten my small head,
I wanted but i couldn't scream.
I'm wonderin' now:what could it mean?
Am i to weak to win for life?
Will it all drive me to the knife?
Like little bird of that i dreamed
Bad dream
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