Naughty night birds

I lay myself down in the sun,
Waiting for the overcoming of mother Earth
Playing solitaire games in the Holy rays,
with booze as a companion

As you run your busy lives, carrying the child
The burden of birth
While you wait for the almighty grace,
Hiding in valleys or canyons

Oh look at those birds
Naughty night birds
I look from up above to the shore down below
Just to see you naked

You wash your sins away,
As the ocean water works its ways

I’m coming home! I’m one, I am back.
I am one, you and I and me and you
And I and me!
I’m coming home