In the dark night sky,
I\'m waiting for you to come and fly.
I\'ll be waiting for you until you come,
On the wooden bench, still and firm.
Watching the people in cities and slum.
Listening the flutes and drum.
Waiting for good the spark of light you\'ll pass,
And all\'ll shine up either a house or grass.
All\'ll heaten up, plastic or glass.
Buk once you come all\'ll be happy,
All slyshes with sink, dark and sleepy.
You\'ll be welcomed with a music and ina great lawn,
I\'m waiting for you I\'m waiting for a Stressless dawn.