Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing

Chemistry has boiled her strings

She said: "Built your hut on my wing"



Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall

from a bridge with suicide toll

Now I try to wake her bride call



Quiet waves my window sill

Real is the miracle

And the virgin lust of my new born trust

can excite us like a double moon in love



Kilja writes a poem line in the sand

'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend

where a filter breaks the sunstand

Secrets in your ever changing suit

makes my voice to your substitute

'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute"



Quiet waves my window sill

Real is the miracle

And the virgin lust of my new born trust

can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds



Quiet waves my window sill

Real is the miracle

And the virgin lust of my new born trust

can excite us and delight us

Sometimes I wish to fall your cure,

then it's jealousy what rules

'cause your bride call

would pull a charming bird into your urge