Bobo in White Wooden Houses - Cosmic Ceiling

You gave me a new turn
I wander like a sleepwalker until dawn
An owl is sitting at my breast
I sat at the bottom
I was sure
I would be seen
I woke you up
And your hand took hold of me

Be silent, say nothing
Don't tell about your life
Keep on reading all these strange tales
Just listening to your voice

Hanging on your cosmic ceiling anyway
Whether you do or you do not stay under that cloudy sky today

I go, go, go and try to ameliorate myself
And you picture me as a circus girl
Here I am with a net around my shoulder
I go, go, go, and try to be somebody else
With a tear in my eye I remember where I come from

I better keep silent
Don't tell about my life
I keep on listening to these strange tales
And the melody of your voice
I'm somebody else for a while
On your cosmic ceiling anyway
Whether you do or you do not stay
Under that cloudy sky today

Under that cloudy sky today

I'm hanging on your cosmic ceiling, anyway
Whether you do or you do not stay under that cloudy sky
Under that cloudy sky
Under that cloudy sky
Today