Spring Day

I will dance and it will make The world rise from the dead beneath my feet I will wave the threads of sand That will fall on my bre*sts When i finnish my dance And when the bre*sts will set the rhythm My feet will worship the death of the floor I will announce the birth of the king Naked among the empty plate's splendour The laughter will return When the green walls reflected Broken gla*s can be burned I will dance and it will make The world rise from the dead beneath my feet I will wave the threads of sand That will fall on my bre*sts When i finnish my dance The laughter will return When the green walls reflected Broken gla*s can be burned