Music: J. Klemp, Lyrics: J. Lubitzki    You're breath means leave taking  cause the cancer is marching  My bird dies with lost wings  Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain    In this hut where the childhood lives are the  tales of the moist future eyes  Your warm whispers in water drops count the  symbols for the blue times    Proud walks our landlord  with his magpie in our yard  What will become of him  Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain    In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes  Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times    Lamps break the chill of this night  In nooks of my sight  Calm in the smell of your clothes  Your shoes have no more walk with you    Burn,hut, burn forever!  Pearls for magpies and love to ashes!    In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes  Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times    Future is the multiface  Future is the short gold trace,  the coincidence-machine  and the all-answer screen