multicoloured angels
douwe bob
drasp at the shapes in his mind
black birds and blue birds are resting on his shoulders
waiting for their moment to fly
multicolored feathers against the sky
silver shadows spread over the landscape
draped over the background as a vail
and we are getting drunk while we look into the sunrise
singing song of men who had it al but died in jail
we keep our head up high and voices strong
you tought me how to be keen of mind and clever
the ways of the world where i belong
we got lost in the middle of the desert
we prayed for a little luck and came out smiling
saw the black and blue birds flying
their colors against the sky
and i know one day they'll die
as i know one day you'll die
cause even multicoloured angels die