The Android

The fire is burnning out there
my heart is waiting the morning star
again.
Certain perfumes of Autmn,
little green flowers growing.
The fire is burning out there
and I´m waiting the rain
as thouse perfumes are burning.
 

The Runner



Such a beautiful bird
dancing so close to my hand
my little flying colour,
my little soul of Runner
my electric dreams
inside your heart, I'm burning.