Devendra

I don’t want anything
I’m okay being nothing
Sharing everything with anyone.

I like to stay alone
Watching my window
Breathing the smoke of your cigarette.

Are we going to stay like this forever?
Are we going to be brothers forever?
Are you going to hell or going to heaven?

That tree is growing up, is becoming old
Like us, reaching the seas.
The lights are on
Let’s go home…

Breathe this air of happiness
The smoke of your smile, of our souls
The smoke we always breathe.