Kazakiri

Instead of protecting, I chased the cutting wind
Bird in a cage

The moon waxes and wanes, dropping time
The outline of feathers, sharp and defined
Since when have I been touching through these bars?
On a journey that sings with innocent sounds
I’ve changed to a whiter shade of pale

The poison dripping from the flower
Heals the thirst of the roots
The secret of instincts kept out of the cage
Hey, even if you’re not an angel
Bird in the hand, I want to keep you warm
So for now, just sleep in the cradle

The rain that laments, sliding on my skin
Washes away the mud piled in the corners
The color of proof that life flows correctly
Kicking the muck at my feet
Let’s break free from this tiny frame

The flower entrusted to the wind has disappeared
Surely it’s sprouting somewhere far away
If the cage were to be thrown open
You’d go there too

Continuing to open the doors of keys for every loneliness
I want to rest my wings on your shoulder
Hey, even if I know I can fly free
Bird in your hand
I’m still singing by your side
So let me feel the warmth of your hand
And teach me with your touch.