Flowers are birds

Sun is rain
Newspapers on the table
Glass in a beotle
Ice is not cream

His world is our world
His words are ours words
Idea is idea
Snow is hot

Sky is cloud
Radio on
One is two
TV is watching

Spirit is four roses
Flowers are birds
Sea is yours
Blood is song

Smyle is you and are the other
Tears are for nobody
Hope is delivirance
Angels are not god

Only for me
Sometimes four you
Perhaps you are me
Rain is not sun

A stange story
No problem in our head
Thinks are better
Take the hand