I = ? ? ?

When I know the music I wanna hear is Silence . . .

Dance of people from the festival

Gives me the sickness of the thoughts.

I'll stay in the magic music of silent.

 

When I know the best bed is the Ground . . .

Sound sleep lost among the nightmares.

Anyway the sun will wake me up.

I salute you the earth.

 

When I know the place I belong is Deep jungle . . .

I bow to the trees,

Feel the breeze across the leaves.

Actually, the only person I can't understand is me.

(BS)