Hut Lyrics - Singles - Depressive Age

You're breath means leave taking 

cause the cancer is marching 

My bird dies with lost wings 

Wounds will heal, but the scares will remain 

In this hut where the childhood lives are the 

tales of the moist future eyes 

Your warm whispers in water drops count the 

symbols for the blue times 

Proud walks our landlord 

with his magpie in our yard 

What will become of him 

Mother's tales let his evil symbols rain 

In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes 

Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times 

Lamps break the chill of this night 

In nooks of my sight 

Calm in the smell of your clothes 

Your shoes have no more walk with you 

Burn,hut, burn forever! 

Pearls for magpies and love to ashes! 

In this hut where the childhood lives are the tales of the moist future eyes 

Your warm whispers in water drops count the symbols for the blue times 

Future is the multiface 

Future is the short gold trace, 

the coincidence-machine 

and the all-answer screen