I will need goddesses, gods and myths
Idols, alcohols, trinkets, rites
Mass, I will need goddesses
Trinkets
Blood in the birds
Birds in the sky, swallows
Under the roofs, in their nests
Four marabouts, four dervishes
If I have to kick the bucket
Because this is a pipe

I need a sister
To make me a knife
Various trinkets, crowbars
Tremolos, maggots
I need a sister
To make me a knife

If I have to kick the bucket
Because this is a pipe
If I have to kick the bucket
Because this is a pipe
A pipe
A pipe

A tree or a pole
Something to hold onto
While waiting for Godot
A notch
At the tail of my arrows
If I have to kick the bucket

I will need two fingers for my dry
A hand for my wick
Taste the darkness
A hand for my torch
A hand for my wick
If I have to kick the bucket
Because this is a pipe
A pipe
Because this is a pipe
A pipe
A pipe

Don't kill my dog
To put it with me
In the boards
So be it

So be it

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