PART 1
He was born from a flash of culture.
He was a new young person until shape took him.
He was a lamb and is now a lion.
He has the soul of a dragon and the face of a youth.
He is a deep red, a soft white and a brilliant blue.
His heart beat rules the streets.
He screams out the names of everyone he knows.
His step is quick, no-one can catch him.
The pages he writes are dark and light.
He approaches you with a moking smile.
Then lets you enter his house.
He speaks many tongues with a forked tongue.
He reaches out to help you up.
But as he gets closer you slip farther.
His step is quick no-one can catch him.
Il vole sur les ailles d’or.
Il touché la lune avec es pieds sur la terre.
Il chant come un aunge.
Il prend les cours denfants.
Il paindre unscene de mort et nuit.
Il fait la pien ala monde.
His step is quick, no-one can catch him.
PART 2
He speaks with many tongues.
Languages clash together.
Vatan bête joie.
He dances with many song.
The wind dosnt touch him.
The world protects him.
His forked tongue throws him into disaster
The world comes together in his mouth.
His tongue flutters over words.
He is at a stage between life and death.
One false word will crumble his wall.
He tosses words carelessly as he goes.
Their direction is unknown.
They land in the sea of mind.
The silk pool of soping blood.
Salt is shaken into the wound.
His step is quick no-one can catch him!
