Pigeons and seagulls I see down this harbour
There´s an old song running through this skin and
For that little wonder proceded from me
I send these tears and this joy.
I send visions of valleys and rivers
Where pigeons and seagulls fight for a toy.
Flying circles drawing in brown waters
Bridges from hills of salvation and
White houses in sands of pain.
Seagulls scream while pigeons, they wait.
No matter what the song is about
Their scream is always out loud.
You see, from this window I can still hear
Those ducks I haven't seen.
The ones who took away those illnesses and fevers
Where I was struggling to breathe.