Broken Bird

"I was talking to a bird in the middle of the road
It was crying blood into my hands
I'm talking to this bird
I don't think you've got no troubles
(...)
So sing me something like
The birds used to do please
When they swim into the wind blow
A whisper or something but blow blow blow blow
(...)

I was talking to a bird in the middle of the road
The tears go stronger, like red snow in the eyes
And the feathers are red and nobody in the eyes
Come back to me little bird
I keep talking to a bird in the middle of the road
I put it on my pocket inside of my jacket
I keep on walking' on the road
Broken bird on the middle of the road
And the rain when I ask myself
What's happened to this little broken bird
And I feel something strange under my shoes
When I look at this strange shoe's thing
I found a broken egg full of blood
Cut feathers stuck on my foot"

~ Dionysos, extracts of "Broken Bird"



This song is very important for me (personal reasons...). And a day, in my garden, there's this little broken bird... So...