AND erstwhile WE GET TO FLY, HE'LL BREAK THE DOOR...

And erstwhile we're done breaking the door...

My tired mother! Polish!

I'm making the simplest words

When your heart trembles with pain

And within me the cord of Job's tear

♪ And I'm increasing quite a few sadness ♪

When I'm reasoning darker and darker,

That's why I'm asking you at the threshold.

When we're insecure

And light a large fire in the furnace

And a white tablecloth on the table

♪ So that the light from the window ♪

It led through a plowed field

It's like erstwhile I was a kid erstwhile I was at night.

When I carried cold fear in my hands

On the place next to the old pear

There was a home large known roof

And just a small bit lower the door.

I'm certain you're waiting for me.

When in the dim light of lamps

The night is filled with pain in the eyelids

I'll put my head on your knees

We'll talk quietly to God.

Till the gentle angel comes to sleep

And he'll tell us about freedom...

We'll inactive be there till dawn.

When the birds take the darkness out of their feathers

And the sun will be a golden finger

Draw the ridges of the sleepy mountains

My tired mother...! Polish!

Take these carded metaphors

Because erstwhile we run out of you again

I don't request much more...

Who of us served you with greater faith

Because erstwhile destiny breaks down our doors...

It's for paper birds.

On the doorstep, they'll grow... a painting of blood...!