Not for Sale

Why am I over again
Like a madman
I wanna die in your fane
You know this is maybe the way
Indeed I felt
I own
What is not for sale
I want that we come
With a wet sail
Fat cats will be
Destined to fail
And we all can get
A gift from a high
Because we won’t buy
What belongs to the sky
Here again you are under sail
And the wind flies
In your silken trail
I know what will happen — you stay
To find yourself here
We turn
Like one piece again
We are getting closer
Your breath as the breeze
My heart as the drumbeat
Let’s try be complete
I want that we come
With a wet sail
Fat cats will be
Destined to fail
And we all can get
A gift from a high
Because we won’t buy
What belongs to the sky