Paroles de Featherflute

Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing
Chemistry has boiled her strings
She said: "built your hut on my wing"

Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall
From a bridge with suicide toll
Now i try to wake her bride call

Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
Can excite us like a double moon in love

Kilja writes a poem line in the sand
'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend
Where a filter breaks the sunstand
Secrets in your ever changing suit
Makes my voice to your substitute
'cause i know kilja means the "featherflute"

Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
Can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds

Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
Can excite us and delight us
Sometimes i wish to fall your cure,
Then it's jealousy what rules
'cause your bride call
Would pull a charming bird into your urge