Hierogliph
My name's a wiped-off hierogliph
My clothes are patched by the wind
Whatever I carry in my clenched hands
I won't be asked and I won't answer
And as if before a battle, a decisive battle
I stop at every crossroad
I see my shore in the asphalt sea
My scattering of blue
To all the questions I will laugh quietly
And all the questions will have no answer
For my name is a hierogliph
My clothes are patched by the wind
My clothes are patched by the wind
Whatever I carry in my clenched hands
I won't be asked and I won't answer
And as if before a battle, a decisive battle
I stop at every crossroad
I see my shore in the asphalt sea
My scattering of blue
To all the questions I will laugh quietly
And all the questions will have no answer
For my name is a hierogliph
My clothes are patched by the wind