Blackie / Big Boss

Rullbräh : I´m learning the anxiety of happiness,
It seemed deceitful long ago, but words of praise urge to birth
A harbinger of butterfly flight
Rullbräh : Glory of spite, delight of blood,
Happiness of happy - go luckies
And the forever mute,
Of strong only in beauty and vulnerability
Living in the sorrow of their souls
Propeth : I come acorss happiness
Without looking for it,
Lost in the bottom of bitterness
In the garden of faded flowers
Rullbräh : I´m listening to the whispering of voices,
About the blossomed solitude of anandoned eyes,
Solitude agitates my heart
Rullbräh and Prophet : I will no
Longer, may be when I wake up