Because I am the deer of the desert, who do not wander and alone, no one will touch me, no one will touch me
, I
want to leave my backpack, my mementos, on the material,
in a black night, with my back to the tents, to go to the desert to make a tail, to make a pot, to find a flower, to go around the world, to sing, to find a horse, to find a horse, to
walk a
way, to sleep in the valleys.
I want to go to a herd, eat milk, sleep in front of the lambs, I want to take a way to travel, I want to be a white bird with wings, I want to take my heart
from this nest, I
want to put my backpack of hair, my mementos, on the material in
a black night, with my back to the tents, to put my head in the desert
because I am the deer of the desert, who
wanders and does not leave me alone, no one will hold my hand, I will not be served. I want someone to
put my backpack of hair, my mementos, on the material in
a black night, with my back to the tents, to go to the desert
to make a brew, to find a pampered flower, to go around the world, to sing a song, to find a horse, to
take a
horse, to walk in the valleys, to follow
a herd, to eat milk, to sleep in front of the lambs.
