End of May

Close your eyes and roll a dice

Under the board there's a compromise

If after all we only live twice

Which life is the runroad to paradise

Don't say a word

Here comes the break of the day

In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May



Close your eyes and make a bet

Faced to the glare of the sunset

This is about as far as we get

You haven't seen me disguised yet

Don't say a word

Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May


Close your eyes and make a wish

Under the stone there's a stone-fish
Hold your breath, then roll the dice
It might be the runroad to paradise
Don't say a word
Here comes the break of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end
Don't say a word
Here comes the beak of the day
In white clouds of sand raised by the wind of the end of May