The Balloon

[Wind]

Balloons are blowing all around

Whose colours give a wonderfull sound

And the moon seems smiling too

While giving slowly storms for you.

My balloon is small and fat

'Cause I've tried to interupt the map

Of my long long narrow line

Running fast above the time.

I've put the glass of wine inside

For to feel support and insight

And to dream about my head

While spending days in empty bed.

I've took a needle to feel strong

'Cause I could be where I belong

But it seems that I'm too weak

And I put that needle on my seat.