[beppe]

If they cut you in little pieces ...

Spoiler:

If they cut you into pieces
the wind picks them up
the kingdom of the spiders would make your skin
and the moon your face and the hair weave
and the pollen of God
God's smile.
I found you on the river
who played a flower leaf
who sang words read, words of love
I tasted your lips with honey red red
I said give me what you want, what I can.
Pink yellow rose copper
never danced for so long
along the edge of the night on the stones of the day
I am guitar player I player of the mandolin
in the end we fell on the hay.
Lost very little lost
taken seriously jack game
there was not much to say or think
fortune smiled like a pond in spring
disheveled from the wind in the afternoon.
And now wait for tomorrow
for nostalgia
lady liberty lady fantasy
so precious as the wine so free as the sadness
with your cloud of doubt and beauty.
Did I cross the train
chasing your scent
trapped by a charcoal gray suit
the papers in one hand and in your destiny
walked side by side to your murderess.
But if they cut you into pieces
the wind picks them up
the kingdom of the spiders makes your skin
the moon and the moon face and hair weave
and the pollen of God
God's smile.