Cloudy morning at quarter past ten My brother at my door to talk to me To bring me instructions he got from a far Missing his breath, jabbering in speed Frantic hands revolving the air It's like he's strumming invisible strings With notes and sounds of an impossible tune I can't understand what he struggles to teach After some time it starts to adjust My senses polluted and I thought it was me I open my eyes and the sky now is clear I can hear the music that he plays within He says "Please be brave and walk carefully As the jackals are rambling And snakes now have wings Frankly I beg you to stay by my side 'Cause the clouds make the rain Not the trees as you dream"