Bài hát : Hamac Of Clouds - Dionysos Oh my baby my little oneHow romantic it could beTo climb the skyWalkin'on a stair of stars, that shining blueAnd build a hamac of clouds between the south and the north of the halfmoonAnd *** in 'it again and againI hang my head like a snowflake-man in a burning sunBecause I'm my own ghost I'm really dead, this timeI'm dead like the corpse in their mother ***ing gravesHow romantic it could be to climb the sky in a hamac made of cloudsA hamac made of clouds my little one