Pigeons - Lyrics - Waltari

When the thousand white wing pigeons spread their wings and raise to the brave rise towards the cloudless sky, my faith for this lousy life starts to flame again Pain seems to be so far away Sane I will be drowned by the pure feelings, beatings Hurtings seemed to be just history I believe in life The old paintings, faintings, the heat of makings makes me feel safe about the ratings The smell of old knowledge stops all my senses The wave doesn't call me, I'm a bit too far away I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand The crickets seem to like no tourists Those purists of an intellectual way flying around, running the day, make my day What would you say if your corners would be full of drunken grey faces Taste of "grace" (...and red wine) Everywhere you go with your workful flow Now go, serve those servants, feed their holiday (...so this is the productive day!) We pigeons will be fed by them who lead this way to its colourful fade Let the blooming flowers sway and drunken the ones who just lay...around with no bound to create an important sound of this tasty muddy red ground Let me fly and see how the crowd comes and goes, in and out, when we just fly around I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand I've never seem to care I wasn't there Madness is spreading in minds I'm out of these human kinds I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand At the times of Phoenicia when Zeus stole his daughter Europa into the euphoria of Divida Comedia like a lalalatina land... I'm your user, man, you're me user, girl Can't you see, that's the only way to understand this purity of your open mind A judge of any sign, while the pigeons fly so high... I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand I've never seem to care I wasn't there When I'm away from you I know there's nothing to do I've never seen the warmth you have in your hand