pure morning...whatever.

I so only smell myself this evening
You are there however in my bed, in my night
I would make better lay down me against your body
There instead of remaining to still smoke still and
But you know, for me
Y' has simple things which are not it…
And it is always when you sleep
That I want to speak to you
It is always when you sleep
That me I do not sleep
As a lamentin which deplores
In water disturb lack
I have death with the cases which me fout livers
Who haunts me, who tries me
Who praises me his cave
And motionless combatant
I listen to boil my blood, my bile
And to beat with my temples
The calculation of time
And it is always when you sleep
That I want to speak to you
It is always when you sleep
That I do not want to burst…
And the night lasts for ever
And me I lean like the tower of Pisa
Tired on a last drawing
Still one which tells that I do not smell myself well
Then I am sleepy, but I do not want to sleep
Then I take care, I know that one day you will leave…
Because it is always when you sleep
That I want to speak to you
It is always when you sleep
That me I do not sleep
And the blue of the early morning delivers me finally
And I smoke my last joint
And it is already tomorrow…