Draft 1
Plenty have we walked around the wild side of the skies,
Plenty stars and tears from the accidental eyes.
Hey, sky! It is your sister here! Hey, sky!
Hey, do not sleep, little cuckoo's kids,
Tearing the traps into pieces and bits.
Hey, you know well
How we were left like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you,
Hey, you, goddamed children of this sly cuckoo.
Sunshine - the butterflies in the afternoon glow.
Thin line - the old woman planted the seeds of the snow.
Hey, sky! Please help your sister here! Hey, sky!
Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, you know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo.
And some have fortune, some have fate -
Not over till it's over
And if we have to, we will fight
Here we come, early or late.
And if you cut us, we grow taller -
Not against you, but in spite.
Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, we know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo,
Poor little children of this sly cuckoo.
Plenty have we walked around the wild side of the skies,
Plenty stars and tears from the accidental eyes.
Hey, sky! It is your sister here! Hey, sky!
Hey, do not sleep, little cuckoo's kids,
Tearing the traps into pieces and bits.
Hey, you know well
How we were left like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you,
Hey, you, goddamed children of this sly cuckoo.
Sunshine - the butterflies in the afternoon glow.
Thin line - the old woman planted the seeds of the snow.
Hey, sky! Please help your sister here! Hey, sky!
Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, you know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo.
And some have fortune, some have fate -
Not over till it's over
And if we have to, we will fight
Here we come, early or late.
And if you cut us, we grow taller -
Not against you, but in spite.
Trapped again in the loops and the slits
Of your paws, little cuckoo's kids
Hey, we know well
How you were broken, like useless toys
By angry kids - the mess and the noise -
Who now knows where they took you.
Hey you, goddamned children of this sick cuckoo,
Poor little children of this sly cuckoo.
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