Animals
I stood back on my feet,
No, let the future not come.
I still feel it but it doesn't pass through me,
I found myself wandering on the islands.
It's not the time to fall in love with me,
It will bite me like biting a strawberry.
The weather is sunny and hot,
The mountains look quite pale from here.
I need to drink something cold,
Are you among my leaves?
When will you come out, I am on alert,
I caught the scent of the flying and fleeing ones.
I stood ahead on my feet,
The rustle of time whispered in my ear.
The traces of the past are not cleaned,
I sensed you approaching your prey like a prey,
I think we will become animals,
It's hard to silence instincts, after all.
The future is blowing this way,
Animals can feel this.