Let´s go to the fortress Let me howl!... to breathe! ´Cus the quicksand stopped to nearcome And won´t come over at all. Let´s go to the cliff! To the fartest highs! With our delta wings We shall fall apart! Over the clear ledges I´am soft to get out Sleeping under the cypress, a minotaur... ...and I kill the minotaur! Let´s go to the orchards! See! The golden rots! Vertigo is always viscous And this is always fall.