I had a guitar to strum it in the park
Only of the dalliance with a tree caused to forget you
The broken drums set and the invisible Piano saying
The golden sexophone with its broken teeth saying
I want you, I want you darling
In this late in the evening
Very lately with this witherd physique
after crossing the Himalya
And yet, thinking here onto the Alpse
To draw you with the dried up brushes and colors
And thus floating on the boat of the painting
Yes I know, its very late!
Umm, its very late!