Next To Me

For normal life — a normal death
The strongest nets of everyday life
In languor, I’m grabbing the edges of the bed
Happy are those who can fly

Lie next to me
And I will sing
Lie next to me
And sleep tight

The dead and the living are everywhere nearby
In labor, love and enmity
The shine of the moon comes from the sun
Do you hear the cry?
It’s a bird of history

Lie next to me
And I will sing
Lie next to me
And sleep tight

Let the dreams begin
Sleep, and I will sing