Fermin

Fermin's hands
Spin and so does he
Spins and takes more turns

Poor Fermin
Wants to be happy
Spins and takes more turns

In the hospice they will give him
Water, sun, and bread
And a bird to keep his name
In the hospice he will die
And before falling silent
The bird will come from the sea

It will take him to the sea
Today your dreams, Fermin
Taste like sawdust
Spin and turn
Today your sadness in the sun
Wants to be real
Even if you don't believe it

In the hospice they will give him
Water, sun, and bread
And a bird to keep his name
In the hospice they will tell him
You will soon die

The night will hoist its final drip
And that bird will take him
Fermin went into life
I don't know when he will come