Letras
Next to your harem of westbound words
You put out your pearls
The rain climbs in your window
You light up a joint
Down to your statuesque robes
And other bits from your wardrobe
Down to where the river gets low
Into the mind where nobody goes
Bufflonne courir la vallée
On an empty night
Birds fly out to the horizon
And she dances like a child
As naked as God
She's got a statue of falcon
She's got a rice bowl made of clay
Chases the ibis out of the fountain
And visits in a neighbor's dream
Bufflonne courir la vallée