End of May

bloomy

close your eyes and roll a dice

under the board there is a compromise

if after all we only live twice

which life is the runroad to paradise 

don't say a word 

here comes the break of the day

in while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May

close your eyes and make a bet

faced to the glare of the sunset

this is about as far as we get

you haven't seen me disguised yet

don't say a word 

here comes the break of the day

in while clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May

close your eyes and make a wish 

under the stone there's a stone-fish

hold your breath,then roll the dice

it might be the runroad to paradise