AWESOME ROADS

I am a heavenly man;
A butterfly to fly;
In this heavenly body;
That to the dust will return ... I start to sing.

First, I have something to tell you:
I am a heaven with pigeons;
Swallows in spinning cycles;
In the world in darkness of light;
A voice hangs in the air;
Mountains, notebooks and comics;
Fire from hell ignites my song;
Divine, profane, and insane!
Glories and inglorious
I will!

When I just expressed myself;
I thought it was an ocean in reposed seas;
I went to sleep, it was night ... God!